Since Fate commands me hence, and I 
Must leave my soul with thee, and die, 
Dear, spare one sigh, or else let fall 
A tear to crown my funeral. 
That I may tell my grieved heart 
Thou art unwilling we should part; 
And martyrs that embrace the fire 
Shall with less joy than I expire.

With this last kiss I will bequeath
My soul, transfus'd into thy breath,
Whose active heat shall gently slide
Into thy breast, and there reside,
And may, (in spite of Fate thus blest,)
Be in this death, of heaven possess'd.
Then prove but kind; and thou shalt see
Love hath more power than Destiny.