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TO DEWES; A SONG by ROBERT HERRICK

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First Line: I BURN, I BURN; AND BEG OF YOU
Last Line: YE COOLE, AND COMFORT ALL, BUT ME.
I burn, I burn; and beg of you
To quench, or coole me with your Dew.
I frie in fire, and so consume,
Although the Pile be all perfume.
Alas! the heat and death's the same;
Whether by choice, or common flame:
To be in Oyle of Roses drown'd,
Or water; where's the comfort found?
Both bring one death; and I die here,
Unlesse you coole me with a Teare:
Alas! I call; but ah! I see
Ye coole, and comfort all, but me.



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