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74 I AM BURNING WITH LOVE. 
FLOWER-DE-LUCE. 
/m plicata. 
Language I AM BURNING WITH LOVE. 
It warms me, it charms me, 
To mention but her name ; 
It heats me, it beats me, 
And sets me a' on flame. 
BUENS. 
Like Ixion, 
I look on Juno, feel mj heart turn to cinders 
"With an invisible fire ; and yet, should she 
Deign to appear clothed in a various cloud, 
The majesty of the substance is so sacred 
I durst not clasp the shadow. I behold her 
With adoration ; feast my eye, while all 
My other senses starve ; and, oft frequenting 
The place which she makes happy with her presence, 
I never yet had power, with tongue or pen, 
To move her to compassion, or make known 
What 'tis I languish for ; yet I must gaze still, 
Though it increase my flame. 
Massixger. 
Wlien love's well timed, 'tis not a fault to love ; 
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise, 
Sink in the soft captivity together. 
Addisok's Cato. 
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