A flame unto me equal with mine own.
Shake off this frost, for shame, that dwells upon
Thy lips; or if it will not so be gone,
Let 's once more join our lips, and thou shalt see
That by the flame of mine 'twill melted be.
The Cold Kiss.] There are some very trifling alterations, all for the worse, in 1656 (Gamble).
The Idolater.
Think not, pale lover, he who dies,
Burnt in the flames of Celia's eyes,