Pity the dearth that I have pined in,
By longing for that food so long a time.
Didst thou but know the [inly] touch of love,
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow
20 As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love’s hot fire,
But qualify the fire’s [extreme] rage,
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
Jul. The more thou damm’st it up, the more it burns.
II. 7.
25 The current that with gentle murmur glides,