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SWEETEST of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure

Did through my bodie wound my minde,

You took me thence; and in your house of pleasure

A daintie lodging me assign’d.

Now I in you without a bodie move,

Rising and falling with your wings:

We both together sweetly live and love,

Yet say sometimes, God help poore Kings.

Comfort, I’ll die; for if you poste from me,

Sure I shall do so and much more:

But if I travell in your companie,

You know the way to heaven’s doore.