`nuthing lastZ 4evr

Hath this last pace,My spans last
inch,My mintues last point
And gluttonous death,will instantly unjoynt.
My body,my soule,and,
I shall sleepe a space,
But my 'ever working part' shall see that face,
Whose feare already shakes my every joint:
Then as my soule, to heaven his first seate
Takes flight; and earth borne body,in the
earth shall dwell.so fall my sinnes,
That all may have their right.
To where they' are bred' and would presse me,
to hell. Thus purg'd of evil,
For thus i leave the world,the flesh and The Devil.