Of the extreme Torment endured by the unhappy Lover

MY love is like unto th’ eternal fire,

And I, as those which therein do remain;

Whose grievous pains is but their great desire

To see the sight which they may not attain:

So in hell’s heat myself I feel to be,

That am restrain’d by great extremity,

The sight of her which is so dear to me.

O! puissant Love! and power of great avail!

By whom hell may be felt ere death assail!