Holy Sonnets: This is my play's last scene

John DonneJohn Donne

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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 my 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 to'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'are bred, and would press me, to hell.
Impute me righteous, thus purg'd of evil,
For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devil.
John Donne
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John Donne

1572 - 1631/Male/EnglishA poet and cleric, Donne wrote secular poems as well as erotic and love poems, and is known for his mastery of metaphysical conceits.

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