Who Is Here So Vile That Will

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest, And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From This World-wearied Flesh. Eyes, Look Your Last! Arms, Take Your Last Embrace! And, Lips, O You The Doors Of Breath, Seal With A Righteous Kiss A Dateless Bargain To Engrossing Death!

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

Shall I Never See A Bachelor Of Three Score Again?

I And My Bosom Must Debate Awhile, And Then I Would No Other Company.

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frightened Thee, 1710. That Thou No More Will Weigh My Eyelids Down, And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness?