Church Music
Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasureDid through my body wound my mind,You took me thence, and in your house of pleasureA 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 meSure I shall do so, and much more:But if I travel in your company,You know the way to heaven's door.
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