That she hath, ever since to Heaven she came,
(In a far fairer print,) but read the same:
315Shee, shee not satisfied with all this waight,
(For so much knowledge, as would over-fraight
Another, did but ballast her) is gone
As well t'enjoy, as get perfection.
And cals us after her, in that shee tooke,
320(Taking her selfe) our best, and worthiest booke.
Of our company in this life, and in the next.
Returne not, my Soule, from this extasie,