Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, And her soul early into heaven ravished, Wholly on heavenly things my mind is set. Here the admiring her my mind did whet To seek thee God; so streams do show their head, But though I have found thee, and thou my thirst hast fed, A holy thirsty dropsy melts me yet. But why should I beg more love, when as thou Dost woo my soul for hers; offering all thine: And dost not only fear least I allow My Love to saints and angels things divine, But in thy tender jealousy dost doubt Least the World, flesh, yea Devil put thee out.