The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
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How like a fire doth Loue increase in me?
The longer that it lasts the stronger still;
The greater, purer, brighter; and doth fill
No eye with wonder more then hopes still bee.
The longer that it lasts the stronger still;
The greater, purer, brighter; and doth fill
No eye with wonder more then hopes still bee.
Bred in my breast, when fires of Loue are free
To vse that part to their best pleasing will,
And now vnpossible it is to kill
The heate so great where Loue his strength doth see.
To vse that part to their best pleasing will,
And now vnpossible it is to kill
The heate so great where Loue his strength doth see.
Mine eyes can scarce sustaine the flames, my heart
Doth trust in them my passions to impart,
And languishingly striue to shew my loue.
Doth trust in them my passions to impart,
And languishingly striue to shew my loue.
My breath not able is to breath least part
Of that increasing fuell of my smart;
Yet loue I will, till I but ashes proue.
Of that increasing fuell of my smart;
Yet loue I will, till I but ashes proue.
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