Classic Poem

AT ESTAMENT VPON THE P ASSION

T O Care, that crucifies my heart,
My sighes and sobbes I doe bequeath;
And to my Sorrowes deepest smart
The latest gaspe that I doe breath

To Fortune, I bequeath my folly,
To giue to such as seeke her grace:
To faithlesse friends, that fortune wholly
That brought mee in this heavie case.

To Beauty, I bequeath mine age;
To Love, the hate of wit and sense;
To Patience but the cure of rage;
To Honour Virtues patience

Mine enemies I do forgiue;
And to my friends I giue my loue;
And wish vngrateful hearts may liue
But like ingratitude to proue.

To Pitty, I bequeath my teares,
To fill her eyes when they be dry;
To Faith, the fearelesse thoughts of feares,
To giue to life, to let me die.

My care I doe bequeath to Death,
To cut the threades that thoughts do spinne;
And at my latest gasp of breath,
To Heauen my soule, to Hell my sinne.