Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 1, 15

Thou stranger who with wandring steps dost wend,
Thy gazing eyes turne quickly unto mee:
And to my speech with listning eare attend,
In whome foure Elements united bee.
Marke well, and as a wonder tell the same
Of Cupids force, poore Lovers Tamburlane .
First this my body's earth, and earth most cold,
The fire within my hart in covert lyes,
The aire's my sighes, mine eyes doo waters hold:
Thus for my Saint he doth me marterize.
Earth is my bodie, strange seemes not this same?
The aire my sighes, eyes water, hart the flame.
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