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Upon Himself (8)

by Robert Herrick, 1648

I lately fri’d, but now behold
I freeze as fast, and shake for cold.
And in good faith I’d thought it strange
T’ have found in me this sudden change;
But that I understood by dreams
These only were but Love’s extremes;
Who fires with hope the lover’s heart,
And starves with cold the self-same part.

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