Church Music

Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure

Did through my body wound my mind,

You took me thence, and in your house of pleasure

A dainty lodging me assigned.

Now I in you without a body move,

Rising and falling with your wings:

We both together sweetly live and love,

Yet say sometimes, "God help poor Kings".

Comfort, I'll die; for if you post from me

Sure I shall do so, and much more:

But if I travel in your company,

You know the way to heaven's door.