This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace, My span's last inch, my minute's latest point, And gluttonous death, will instantly unjoint My body, and soul, and I shall sleep a space, But my'ever-waking part shall see that face, Whose fear already shakes my every joint: Then, as my soul, to heaven her first seat, takes flight, And earth-born body, in the earth shall dwell, So, fall my sins, that all may have their right, To where there are bred, and would press me, to hell. Impute me righteous, thus purged of evil, For thus I leave the world, the flesh, and devil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF WENCHES by FRANCOIS VILLON SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 9. OF HUMILITY by WILLIAM BASSE TO A NEW YORK SHOP-GIRL DRESSED FOR SUNDAY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH EARLY NIGHT by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FOR A PICTURE WHERE A QUEEN LAMENTS OVER THE TOMB OF A SLAIN KNIGHT by THOMAS CAREW |