I BURN, and cruel you in vain Hope to quench me with disdain; If from your eyes those sparkles came That have kindled all this flame, What boots it me, though now you shroud Those fierce comets in a cloud? Since all the flames that I have felt Could your snow yet never melt: Nor can your snow, though you should take Alps into your bosom, slake The heat of my enamour'd heart. But, with wonder, learn Love's art: No seas of ice can cool desire, Equal flames must quench Love's fire. Then think not that my heat can die, Till you burn, as well as I. |