Book IV, 67: A last Will

My Life's my dying day; wherein I, still,
Am making, alter, and correct my Will:
My Soule I doe bequeath to God; provided
Some smaller Legacies may be divided
Among my Friends: Item my Sins I giue
To my deare Iesus, whether dye or live:
Item, I give the World, that did refresh
The tender frailty of my feeble Flesh,
My lesser Cares: I doe bequeath moreover,
To my poore body, home-spun cloath, to cover
And hide her shame, and Food for needfull diet;
Some Sleepe, but not immoderate, to quiet
Distemper'd Nature, and in her Vacation,
Some lawful Pleasures for her Recreation;
My Charity, to my poore helples brother,
I give; my Prayers to the true Church my Mother;
Whose watchfull eyes I must desier, still,
To be the Over-seers of my Will.