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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Laura—Part II.
XVII. Of constant love, I am the wasted fire
Robert Tofte (1561–1620)
OF constant love, I am the wasted fire;
The furious wind ’s my Lady’s angry eye:
Who whilst She kindles both, through wrathful ire,
The flame increaseth, mounting to the sky.
  In midst is LOVE, half dead of grievous pain;        5
  And, doubtful, winds about like sparkling flame.
He fears the heat: and trembles, being turned
Unto this blast; which still more sharp doth rise.
Nor is his fear in vain, when so he is burned:
For one of these must hap, in sudden wise,        10
  Either the fire must spoil him as his prey;
  Or whirling wind else blow him quite away.

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