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Robert Herrick - To Death
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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.
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