1Dear Death, dissolve these mortal charms,
2And then I’ll throw myself into thy arms;
3Then thou may’st use my carcass as thou lust
, 4Until my bones (and little luz
) be dust
: 5Nay, when that handful is blown all about,
6Yet still the vital salt
will be found out; 7And when the vapor is breathed out in thunder
8Unto poor mortals’ loss, or pain, or wonder,
9And all that is in thee to atoms
turned, 10And even those atoms in this orb
is burned, 11Yet still that God that can annihilate
12This all, and it of nothing recreate
, 13Even He that hath supported me till now,
14To whom my soul doth pray and humbly bow,
15Will raise me unto life
. I know not how.