This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint
My pilgrimages last mile; and my race
Idly, yet quickly runne, hath this last pace,
My spans last inch, my minutes latest point,
The poem begins wit a metaphor, that of life as a play. Most readers will be reminded of  as You Like It  and Jacques' soliloquy, ‘All the world’s a stage’. However, the mood here is solemn.
This is my playes last scene here heavens appoint Holy Sonnet VI