Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure br Did through my body wound my mind, br You took me thence, and in your house of pleasure br A dainty lodging me assigned. br br Now I in you without a body move, br Rising and falling with your wings: br We both together sweetly live and love, br Yet say sometimes, "God help poor Kings". br br Comfort, I'll die; for if you post from me br Sure I shall do so, and much more: br But if I travel in your company, br You know the way to heaven's door.