Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 3, 3
The flaming Torch (a shadow of the light)
Put out by hastie hand, doth colour change,
And blacke becomes, which seemd before most bright:
Nor so to show is anie mervaile strange:
So was I long a lively fire of love,
The heate whereof my Bodie oft did prove,
But I, at last (by one who moand my woe)
Extinguisht was, by Pitifull Disdaine:
Then if my colour blacke in face doo show,
You need not much to wonder at the same,
Since tis a Signe (by part to know the whole)
That Love made mee a Fire, Disdaine a Cole.
Put out by hastie hand, doth colour change,
And blacke becomes, which seemd before most bright:
Nor so to show is anie mervaile strange:
So was I long a lively fire of love,
The heate whereof my Bodie oft did prove,
But I, at last (by one who moand my woe)
Extinguisht was, by Pitifull Disdaine:
Then if my colour blacke in face doo show,
You need not much to wonder at the same,
Since tis a Signe (by part to know the whole)
That Love made mee a Fire, Disdaine a Cole.
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