Volume 1 — OUT OF THE ITALIAN.
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Love now no fire hath left him,1 We two betwixt us have divided it. Your eyes the light hath reft him, The heat commanding in my heart doth sit.[80] O that poore Love be not for ever spoyled,5 Let my heat to your light be reconciled. So shall these flames, whose worth Now all obscurèd lyes: —Drest in those beames—start forth And dance before your eyes.10 Or else partake my flames (I care not whither) And so in mutuall names Of Love, burne both together.