Classic Poem

My Lalage when I behold
 So great a cold,
And not a spark of heat in thy desire,
I wonder what strange power of thine,
Kindles in mine
So bright a flame, and such a burning fire. Lalag .
Can Thirsis in Philosophy
 A truant bee,
And not have learn'd the power of the Sun?
How he to sublunary things
 A fervour brings,
Yet in himselfe is subject unto none? Th.
But why within thy eyes appeare
 Never a teare,
That cause from mine perpetuall showres to fall? La.
Foole 'tis the power of fire you know
 To melt the snow,
Yet has no moisture in it selfe at all. Th.
How can I be, deare Virgin show,
 Both fire and snow?
Doe you that are the cause, the reason tell;
More then miracle to me
 It seems to be,
That so much heate with so much cold should dwell. La.
The reason I will render thee;
 Why both should bee.
Audacious Thirsis in thy love too bold,
'Cause thy sawcinesse durst aspire
 To such a fire,
Thy love is hot; but 'tis thy hope is cold. Th.
Let pitty move thy gentle brest
 To one opprest;
This way, or that, give ease to my desire;
And either let Loves fire be lost
 In hopes cold frost,
Or hopes cold frost be warm'd in loves quick fire. La.
O neither Boy; neither of these
 Shall worke thy ease.
I'le pay thy rashnesse with immortall paine,
As hope doth strive to freeze thy flame,
 Love melts the same; Th.
As Love doth melt it, Hope doth freez't again.
Come gentle swaines lend me a groane
 To ease my moane. Chorus .
Ah cruell Love how great a power is thine?
Under the Poles although we lye
 Thou mak'st us frye:
And thou canst make us freeze beneath the line.