1Pardon me, my dearest love,
2That I place my thoughts above:
3What’s subsolary
is yours 4And so shall be while life endures.
5Only my aspiring mind
6No felicity can find
7In this dirty dunghill earth
. 8My soul remembers still her birth:
9She being a sparkle
of that light, 10Which ne’re
shall set in death or night. 11Nothing here is worth her love;
12Her summum bonum
is above, 13But this body shortly must
14Melt and molder
into dust
. 15This due debt can’t be denied:
16The elements must me divide.
17Thus, like traitors quartered out
18Are old Adam’s rebel rout
. 19Then shall my enfranchised
spirit 20Those eternal joys inherit,
21Which from me shall never part—
22With these thoughts I cheer my heart.
23Then pardon thy poor turtledove
24That hath placed her thoughts above
25Where is endless joy and love.