George Herbert (1593–1633)

SWEETEST of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure

Did through my body wound my mind,

You took me thence, and in your house of pleasure

A dainty lodging me assign’d.

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 me

Sure I shall do so and much more;

But if I travel in your company,

You know the way to Heaven’s door.