till we meet again. ![]()
a piece from the poem “Divine Rapture” by Francis Quarles
If all those glittering Monarchs, that command
The servile quarters of this earthly ball,
Should tender in exchange their shares of land,
I would not change my fortunes for them all:
Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:
The world ’s but theirs; but my Beloved’s mine.

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