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.
