100. His Last Request to Julia
I have been wanton, and too bold, I fear,To chafe o’er-much the virgin’s cheek or ear;—Beg for my pardon, Julia! he doth winGrace with the gods who’s sorry for his sin.That done, my Julia, dearest Julia, come,And go with me to chuse my burial room:My fates are ended; when thy Herrick dies,Clasp thou his book, then close thou up his eyes.