This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint <br />My pilgrimages last mile; and my race <br />Idly, yet quickly runne, hath this last pace, <br />My spans last inch, my minutes latest point, <br />And gluttonous death, will instantly unjoynt <br />My body, and soule, and I shall sleepe a space, <br />But my'ever-waking part shall see that face, <br />Whose feare already shakes my every joynt; <br />Then, as my soule, to'heaven her first seate, takes flight, <br />And earth-borne body, in the earth shall dwell, <br />So, fall my sinnes, that all may have their right, <br />To where they're bred, and would presse me, to hell. <br />Impute me righteous, thus purg'd of evill, <br />For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devill.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-sonnet-vi-this-is-my-playes-last-scene/
