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First Line: Of what mould did nature frame me?
Last Line: Flint and steel I 'll ever name ye.
Subject(s): Desire


OF what mould did Nature frame me?
Or was it her intent to shame me,
That no woman can come near me,
Fair, but her I court to hear me?
Sure that mistress to whose beauty
First I paid a lover's duty,
Burnt in rage my heart to tinder,
That nor prayers nor tears can hinder,
But wherever I do turn me,
Every spark let fall doth burn me.
Women, since you thus inflame me,
Flint and steel I 'll ever name ye.





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