His Firebrand
Leaue, page, that slender torch,
And in this gloomie night
Let only shine the light
Of loue's hote brandon, which my heart doth scorch:
A sigh, or blast of wind,
My teares, or droppes of raine,
May that at once make blinde,
Whilst this, like Ætna, burning shall remaine.
And in this gloomie night
Let only shine the light
Of loue's hote brandon, which my heart doth scorch:
A sigh, or blast of wind,
My teares, or droppes of raine,
May that at once make blinde,
Whilst this, like Ætna, burning shall remaine.
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