Haha.
Give me my scallop shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
My bottle of salvation,
My gown of glory, hope’s true gage,
And thus I’ll take my pilgrimage.
Blood must be my body’s balmer,
No other balm will there be given,
Whilst my soul, like a white palmer,
Travels to the land of heaven.
[….]
The Last Pilgrimage by Sir Walter Raleigh
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44940/the-passionate-mans-pilgrimage
