When that day comes, whose evening sayes I'm gone Unto that watrie Desolation: Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray, That my wing'd ship may meet no Remora. Those Deities which circum-walk the Seas, And look upon our dreadfull passages, Will from all dangers, re-deliver me, For one drink-offering, poured out by thee. Mercie and Truth live with thee! and forbeare (In my short absence) to unsluce a teare: But yet for Loves-sake, let thy lips doe this, Give my dead picture one engendring kisse: Work that to life, and let me ever dwell In thy remembrance (Julia.) So farewell. |