On a lover
What various griefs within my breast do grow?
I burn, yet from my flames my tears do flow
I'm Nile , and Etna both together grown,
For the same grief does both enflame and drown.
O let my tears, make my strong flames expire,
Or let my tears be drunk up by my fire.
I burn, yet from my flames my tears do flow
I'm Nile , and Etna both together grown,
For the same grief does both enflame and drown.
O let my tears, make my strong flames expire,
Or let my tears be drunk up by my fire.
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