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My love is like ice, and I to fire; How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not delayed by her heart-frozen cold: But I burn much more in boiling sweat, And feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told That fire which all things melts, should harden ice: And ice which is conealed with senseless cold, Should kindle fire by wonderfull device. Such is the poer of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the couse of nature