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George Herbert - Church-Musick
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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.
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