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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.