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Thomas Carew - Eternity Of Love Protested
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How ill doth he deserve a lover`s name, 
     Whose pale weak flame 
     Cannot retain 
His heat, in spite of absence or disdain; 
But doth at once, like paper set on fire, 
     Burn and expire; 
True love can never change his seat, 
Nor did her ever love, that could retreat. 

That noble flame which my breast keeps alive 
     Shall still survive 
     When my soul`s fled; 
Nor shall my love die when my body`s dead, 
That shall wait on me to the lower shade, 
     And never fade; 
My very ashes in their urn 
Shall, like a hallow`d lamp, forever burn.
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