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This is my play's last scene; here Heavens appoint
My pilgrimage's last smile; 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 heav'n, her first seat, takes flight,
And earth-born body in the earth shall dwell, 10

So fall my sins, that all may have their right,
To where they 'rebred, and would press me to hell.
Impute me righteous; thus purg'd of evil,
For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devil. 14

At the round earth's imagirAl corners blow
Your trumpets, Angels! and arise, anse
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go,
All whom th' flood did, and fire shall, overthrow;
All whom war, death, age, ague's tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance, hath slain; and you whose eyes
Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.
But let them sleep, Lord! and me mourn a space;
For if above all these my sins abound, >o

'Tis late to ask abundance of thy grace
When we are there. Here on this holy ground

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Teach me how to repent, for that's as good
At if thou hadst seal'd my pardon with thy blood.

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It faithful souls be aliKe glorify'd

As angels, then my father's soul doth see,

And adds this ev'n to full felicity,

That valiantly I hell's wide mouth o'erstridc;

But if our minds to these souls be descry'd

By circumstances and by signs that be

Apparent in us not immediately,

How shall my mind's white truth by them be try'd?

They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn,

And stile blasphemous conjurers to call

On Jesus' name, and Pharisaical

Dissemblers feign devotion. Then turn,

O pensive Soul! to God, for he knows best

Thy grief, for he put it into my .breast.



If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
Whose fruit threw death on (else immortal) iw;
If lecherous goats, if serpents envious,
Cannot be damn'd, alas! why should I be.1
Why should intent or reason, born in me,
Make sins, else equal, in me more heinous?
And mercy being easy and glorious
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To God, in his stern wrath why threatens he?
But who am I that dare dispute with thee!

0 God! oh! of thine only worthy blood,
And my tears, make a heav'nly Lethean flood,
And drown in it my sin's black memory:
That thou remember them some claim as debt,

I think it mercy if thou wilt forget.

Death ! be not proud, tho' some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death I nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy picture be,

Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow;

And soonest our best men with thee do go,

Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. [men,

Thou'rt slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate

And dost with poison, war, and sickness, dwell, 10

And poppy' or charms can make us sleep as well,

And better than thy stroke. Why swell'stthou, then?

One short sleep past we wake.eternallr;

And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. 14

Spit in mv face, you Jews, and pierce my side,
Buffet and scoff, scourge and crucify me, .
For I have sinn'd, and sinn'd, and only he
Who could do no iniquity haih dy'd.

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