Holy Sonnets: Since She Whom I Lov'd Hath Paid Her Last Debt

John Donne

     Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
     To nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
     And her soul early into heaven ravished,
     Wholly in heavenly things my mind is set.
     Here the admiring her my mind did whet
     To seek thee, God; so streams do show the 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, whenas thou
   Dost woo my soul, for hers off'ring all thine,
   And dost not only fear lest I allow
   My love to saints and angels, things divine,
   But in thy tender jealousy dost doubt
   Lest the world, flesh, yea devil put thee out.

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• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father, Part Of His Double Interest
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• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Xiv
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• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Xii: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On?
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