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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 restrained 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 e'er death assail!

(Sir Thomas Wyatt: Of the extreme torment endured by the unhappy lover. ab. 1550.)