260        [Since she whome I lovd, hath payd her last debt]

Since she whome I lovd, hath payd her last debt

To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,

And her soule early into heaven ravished,

Wholy in heavenly things my mind is sett.

5      Here the admyring her my mind did whett

To seeke thee God; so streames do shew the head,

But though I have found thee, and thou my thirst hast fed,

A holy thirsty dropsy melts mee yett.

But why should I begg more love, when as thou

10        Dost woe my soule for hers; offring all thine:

And dost not only feare least I allow

My love to saints and Angels, things divine,

But in thy tender jealosy dost doubt

Least the World, fleshe, yea Devill putt thee out.