Sonnet XLI: If (aged Charon), when my life shall

If (aged Charon), when my life shall end,
I passe thy ferrye, and my wafftage pay,
Thy oares shall fayle thy boate, and maste shall rend,
And through the deepe, shall be a drye foote-way.
For why my heart with sighs doth breath such flame,
That ayre and water both incensed be.
The boundlesse Ocean from whose mouth they came,
For from my heare not heaven it selfe is free.
Then since to me thy losse can be no gaine:
Avoyd thy harme and flye what I foretell.
Make thou my love with me for to be slaine,
That I with her, and both with thee may dwel.
Thy fact thus (Charon) both of us shall blesse
Thou save thy boat, and I my love possesse.