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To Clarastella. Loves Constancie.
'Tis no terrestrial fire
Doth with such heat my brest inspire,
For then your beauties Sun
Had lookt it to pale ashes long agon.
Doth with such heat my brest inspire,
For then your beauties Sun
Had lookt it to pale ashes long agon.
'Tis a Promethean flame
Bright as the Orbs from whence it came,
So heav'nly and divine,
Immortal too, that feeds this heart of mine.
Bright as the Orbs from whence it came,
So heav'nly and divine,
Immortal too, that feeds this heart of mine.
Think not (fair Stella) then
That I can be inconstant, when
That love can never die
That borrows flames from your celestial eie.
That I can be inconstant, when
That love can never die
That borrows flames from your celestial eie.
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