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This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint |
My pilgrimages last mile; and my race |
Idly, yet quickly runne, hath this last pace, |
My spans last inch, my minutes latest point, |
And gluttonous death will instantly unjoynt |
My body and soule, and I shall sleepe a space, |
But my'ever-waking part shall see that face, |
Whose feare already shakes my every joynt: |
Then, as my soule, to heaven her first seat, takes flight, |
And earth-borne body, in the earth shall dwell, |
So, fall my sinnes, that all may have their right, |
To where they'are bred, & would presse me, to hell. |
Impute me righteous, thus purg'd of evill, |
For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devill. |
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At the round earths imagin'd corners, blow |
Your trumpets, Angels, and arise, arise |
From death, you numberlesse infinities |
Of soules, and to your scattred bodies goe, |
All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'rthrow, |
All whom warre, death, age, agues, tyrannies, |
Despaire, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eies,
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