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AMOUR. 32.
Those teares which quench my hope, still kindle my desire,
Those sighes which coole my hart, are coles unto my love,
Disdayne Ice to my life, is to my soule a fire,
With teares, sighes, & disdaine, thys contrary I prove.
Those sighes which coole my hart, are coles unto my love,
Disdayne Ice to my life, is to my soule a fire,
With teares, sighes, & disdaine, thys contrary I prove.
Quenchles desire, makes hope burne, dryes my teares,
Love heats my hart, my hart-heat my sighes warmeth,
With my soules fire, my life disdaine out-weares,
Desire, my love, my soule, my hope, hart, & life charmeth.
Love heats my hart, my hart-heat my sighes warmeth,
With my soules fire, my life disdaine out-weares,
Desire, my love, my soule, my hope, hart, & life charmeth.
My hope becomes a friend to my desire,
My hart imbraceth Love, Love doth imbrace my hart,
My life a Phœnix is in my soules fire,
From thence (they vow) they never will depart.
Desire, my love, my soule, my hope, my hart, my life,
With teares, sighes, and disdaine, shall have immortal strife.
My hart imbraceth Love, Love doth imbrace my hart,
My life a Phœnix is in my soules fire,
From thence (they vow) they never will depart.
Desire, my love, my soule, my hope, my hart, my life,
With teares, sighes, and disdaine, shall have immortal strife.
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