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Tragicall Tales translated by Tvrbervile

In time of his troubles out of sundrie Italians, with the Argument and Lenuoye to eche Tale
  
  

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From the citie of Mosqua, to his friend in England.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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From the citie of Mosqua, to his friend in England.

Go burning sighes, and pierce the frozen skie,
Slack you ye snow with flames of fancies fire
Twixt Brutus land, and Mosqua that doe lie:
Goe sighes I say, and to the Phenix flie,
Whome I imbrace, and chieflie doe desire,
Report of me that I doe loue her best,
None other Saint doth harbour in my brest.
Tell her that though the colde is wont by kinde
To quench the cole, and ffames do yeeld to frost,
Yet may no winters force in Russia binde
My heart so heard, or alter so my minde,
But that I still imbrace her beautie most:
I went her friend, and so cotinue still,
Frost cannot freat the ground of my good will.
Ardo e ghiaccio.