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And this is my eternal plea
To him that made heaven, earth, and sea,
Seeing my flesh must die so soon,
And want a head to dine next noon,
Just at the stroke when my veins start and spread,
Set on my soul an everlasting head.
Then I am ready, like a palmer fit,
To tread those blest paths which before I writ. — Sir Walter Ralegh, The Passionate Man’s Pilgrimage (51-58)