Classic Poem

Amongst the Parthians is a kinde of ground
Of nature such, as though it farre doth stand
From fire, yet fire to take it straight is found,
And flying thether, burnes it out of hand:
This pray so sure of Love, am I faire Dame,
And you to mee (which burneth mee) the flame.
So that if I to you farre off doo show,
You kindle straight in mee a quenchlesse fire:
And yet although within it burne me so,
Sweete is the heate whose fuell is Desire:
For rather I in fire neere you would bee,
Than freed from flame you farther off to see.