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[Now, now I love indeed, and suffer more]
 
 
 
 
 
 
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[Now, now I love indeed, and suffer more]

Now, now I love indeed, and suffer more
In one day now then I did in a yeare;
Great flames they be which but small sparkles were,
And wounded now, I was but prickt before.
No mervayle then, though more then heretofore
I weepe and sigh: how can great wounds be there
Where moysture runs not oute? and ever where
The fire is great of smoke there must be store.
My heart was hetherto but like green wood,
Which must be dry'd before it will burn bright;
My former love served but my heart to drye;
Now Cupid for his fire doth find it good;
For now it burneth cleare, and shall give light
For all the worlde youre beautie to espie.