Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 2, 33
If love (wherein I burne) were but a fire,
I quencht it had with water of my plaints;
If water, these my plaints, I this Desire
Had dryde through inward heate, my hart that taints:
But Love that in my griefes doth take delight,
Both fire and water turnes to worke mee spite.
Flie then this Love, since such is his great power,
As waves to fire, and fire to waves he turnes,
And with an absent Beautie everie hower,
My fainting hart with Fancies fuell burnes,
And gainst all sense makes mee of CARe and IL,
More than of good and ComfoRT to have will.
I quencht it had with water of my plaints;
If water, these my plaints, I this Desire
Had dryde through inward heate, my hart that taints:
But Love that in my griefes doth take delight,
Both fire and water turnes to worke mee spite.
Flie then this Love, since such is his great power,
As waves to fire, and fire to waves he turnes,
And with an absent Beautie everie hower,
My fainting hart with Fancies fuell burnes,
And gainst all sense makes mee of CARe and IL,
More than of good and ComfoRT to have will.
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