This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint <br />My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race <br />Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace, <br />My span's last inch, my minute's latest point, <br />And gluttonous death, will instantly unjoint <br />My body and soul, and I shall sleep a space; <br />But my ever-waking part shall see that face, <br />Whose fear already shakes my every joint: <br />Then, as my soul, t' heaven her first seat, takes flight, <br />And earth-born body in the earth shall dwell, <br />So fall my sins that all may have their right <br />(To where they're bred, and would press me) to hell. <br />Impute me righteous, thus purged of evil, <br />For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devil.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-sonnet-vi-this-is-my-play-s-last-scene-here/
