John Donne - The Dissolution lyrics

She's dead; and all which die To their first elements resolve; And we were mutual elements to us, And made of one another. My body then doth hers involve, And those things whereof I consist hereby In me abundant grow, and burdenous, And nourish not, but smother. My fire of pa**ion, sighs of air, Water of tears, and earthly sad despair, Which my materials be, But near worn out by love's security, She, to my loss, doth by her d**h repair, And I might live long wretched so But that my fire doth with my fuel grow. Now as those Active Kings Whose foreign conquest treasure brings, Receive more, and spend more, and soonest break: This (which I am amazed that I can speak) This d**h hath with my store My use increased. And so my soul more earnestly released Will outstrip hers; as bullets flown before A latter bullet may o'ertake, the powder being more.