On Love

LOve is a fire, Love is a flame
Which darting came
Th'orow the azure skie;
And just like the rays, in Sol's hottest days
peire'd me from on high.

My heart before so chill, and cold,
'gan to unfold
It self in those fair beams,
But its mighty flame, soon it overcame
Martyr'd 'twixt extreams.

Lov's masterlesse, and cruell fire
if it grow higher
Will kill with martyrdoms,
As heat forceth heat, to a gentle retreat
Love, Love overcomes.