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MY loue is
lyke to yse, and I to fyre;
how comes it then that
this her cold so great
is not dissolu'd through my
so hot desyre,
but harder growes the more I her
intreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
is not delayd by her hart frosen cold:
but that I
burne much more in boyling sweat,
and feel my flames
augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may
be told
that fire which all things melts, should
harden yse:
and yse which is congeald with
sencelesse cold,
should kindle fyre by wonderfull
deuyse.
Such is the powre of loue in gentle mind,
that it can alter all the course of kynd.
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