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I AM BURNING WITH LOYE. 
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FLOWER-DE-LUCE. 
Iris 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. 
Burns. 
Like Ixion, 
I look on Juno, feel my 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. 
Massinger. 
When 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. 
Addison’s Cato. 
