Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

THOU bidd’st 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.