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LXII.

As one quhome trembling feaver hathe ortayne,
by intermitted tymes bothe hote and cold,
dothe faintlye on his right and left syde leane,
and finds his bedd more harder then he wold,
euen so in love suche passions I vnfould,
now frost, now fyre, now waxing reade and paile;
al night on left and right syde I have rold,
and seaking ease, all ease, alas, doeth faile;
and quhils that hee quhome thrist dois sore assayle,
remembring drink, recressis mair his drouthe,
so I remembring the rebreids my bayle,
quho can not sucke these lipps nor kiss that mouthe:
yet though our doole be lyke and our desyre,
Les painfull feavers ar then lovs his fyre.