(16) Since Fate commands me hence
[I]
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 then I expire.
II
With this last kiss I will bequeath
My soul transfus'd into thy breath;
Whose active heat shal gently slide
Into my breast, and there reside:
And may in spight of Fate thus blest
Be in this death of heaven possest:
Then prove but kind, and thou shalt see
Love hath more power then Destinie.