Lovers mortalitie to preach,
Or thinke this ragged bony name to bee
My ruinous Anatomie.
V.
25Then, as all my soules bee,
Emparadis'd in you, (in whom alone
I understand, and grow and see,)
The rafters of my body, bone
Being still with you, the Muscle, Sinew, and Veine,
30Which tile this house, will come againe.