The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/Church-musick
¶ Church-musick.
SWeetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasureDid through my bodie wound my minde,You took me thence, and in your house of pleasureA 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, 'Ile 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 heavens doore.