Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 3, 8

In Love his Kingdome great, two Fooles there bee;
My Ladie's one, my selfe the other am:
The fond behaviour of both which to see,
Who so but nicely markes, will say the same:
Foolish our thoughts are, foolish our desire,
Foolish our harts in Fancies flame to frie,
Foolish to burne in Loves hot scortching fire.
But what? Fooles are we none, my tung dooth lie:
For who most foolish is and fond in love,
More wiser farre than others, oft doth prove.
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