Poem for July 31, 2024

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, t' 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're bred, and would press me) to hell.

Impute me righteous, thus purged of evil,

For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devil.