SONG. To my Mistris, I burning in love.

I Burne, and cruell you, in vaine
Hope to quench me with disdaine;
If from your eyes, those sparkles came,
That have kindled all this flame,
What bootes it me, though now you shrowde
Those fierce Comets in a cloude?
Since all the flames that I have selt,
Could your snow yet rever melt,
Nor, can your snow (though you should taks
Alp…s into your bosome) slake
The heate of my enamour'd heart;
But with wonder le…ne Loves art▪
No seaes of yee can …oole desire.
Equall flames must quench Loves f…re:
Then thinke not that my heat can dye,
Till you burne aswell as I.