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Loves Ardency.

No more of Tears, I've now no more to quench my flame

No more of Tears, I've now no more to quench my flame, but make it scorch the more: My sighs that should have cool'd my hot desire, blow my flame high, and set me all on fire. No remedy to Cure me? Yes, there's one: If thou wilt girt me in thy Frozen Zone, then may I be as thou art, or make thee melt thy white snow, and turn to fire like me.