I have been wanton, and too bold, I fear, <br />To chafe o'er-much the virgin's cheek or ear;-- <br />Beg for my pardon, Julia! he doth win <br />Grace with the gods who's sorry for his sin. <br />That done, my Julia, dearest Julia, come, <br />And go with me to chuse my burial room: <br />My fates are ended; when thy Herrick dies, <br />Clasp thou his book, then close thou up his eyes.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-last-request-to-julia/
