'My body or my soul, which was the dearer, (1164)
When the one pure, the other made divine? (1165)
Whose love of either to myself was nearer, (1166)
When both were kept for heaven and Collatine? (1167)
Ay me! the bark peel'd from the lofty pine,
His leaves will wither and his sap decay; (1169)
So must my soul, her bark being peel'd away.