XVII.

Since she whom I lov'd hath payd her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, And her Soule early into heaven ravished, Wholly on heavenly things my mind is sett. Here the admyring her my mind did whett 5 To seeke thee God; so streames do shew their 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 Dost wooe my soule for hers; offring all thine: 10 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.

[XVII. _W:_ _first printed in Gosse's_ Life and Letters of John Donne, 1899]

[2 dead,] dead _W_]

[6 their] y^r _W_

head;] head, _W_]

[10 wooe] _spelt_ woe _W_]

[12 divine,] divine _W_]