A Dialogue. A: Shut not sweet brest to see me all of fire, B: Flie not deer hart to find me all of snow, A: Thy snow inflames these flames of my desire, B: And I desire sweet flames to know. A: Thy snow will hurt me, this cold will coole me, B: Nor thy fire will harm me and this heate will warm me, A: Take this chast fire to that pure virgin snow. B: Being now thus warmd ile neuer seeke other fire. A: Thou giust more blisse then mortall harts may know, B: More blisse I take then Angels can desire. Both: Let one griefe harme vs, and one ioy fill vs, Let one loue warme vs, and one death kill vs.
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