Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

To Death

Thou bidst me come away,
And I'll no longer stay,
Than for to shed some tears
For faults of former years;
And to repent some crimes
Done in the present times;
And next, to take a bit
Of bread, and wine with it;
To don my robes of love,
Fit for the place above;
To gird my loins about
With charity throughout;
And so to travel hence
With feet of innocence;
These done, I'll only cry,
'God, mercy!' and so die.

1. Upon Linnet. Epig.
2. Money Gets the Mastery
3. Kings and Tyrants
4. Upon Shift
5. To His Sweet Saviour

Caroline Southey (Каролина Саути) To Death ("Come not in terrors clad, to claim")

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