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 my 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 they'are bred, and would press me, to hell.
Impute me
righteous, thus purg'd of evil,
For thus I leave the world,
the flesh, the devil.
- John Donne