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CHURCH-MUSICK. George Herbert

Did through my bodie wound my minde, You took me thence ; and in your house of pleasure A daintie lodging me assign'd.
 * SWEETEST of sweets, I thank you : when displeasure

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, 'Ile ; 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 heavens doore. ||