Whate'er she meant by it, bury it with me,
For since I am
Love's martyr, it might breed idolatry,
If into others' hands these relics came:
As 'twas humility
To afford to it all that a soul can do,
So 'tis some bravery,
That since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
--John Donne
The Funeral
