Eternity Of Love Protested
How ill doth he deserve a lovers name, Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat, in spite of absence or disdain; But doth at once, like paper set on fire, Burn and expire; True love can never change his seat, Nor did her ever love, that could retreat. That noble flame which my breast keeps alive Shall still survive When my souls fled; Nor shall my love die when my bodys dead, That shall wait on me to the lower shade, And never fade; My very ashes in their urn Shall, like a hallowd lamp, forever burn.
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