To Everlasting Oblivion

THOU mighty gulf, insatiate cormorant, Deride me not, though I seem petulant To fall into thy chops. Let others pray Forever their fair poems flourish may. But as for me, hungry Oblivion, Devour me quick. Accept my orison, My earnest prayers which do importune thee, With gloomy shade of thy still empery To veil both me and my rude poesy. Far worthier lines in silence of thy state Do sleep securely, free from love or hate, From which this, living, ne'er can be exempt, But whilst it breathes will hate and fury tempt. Then close his eyes with thy all-dimming hand Which not right glorious actions can withstand. Peace, hateful tongues! I now in silence pace Unless some hound do wake me from my place. I with this sharp yet well-meant poesy Will sleep secure, right free from injury Of canker'd hate or rankest villany.