Fire that must flame

Fire that must flame is with apt fuel fed,

Flowers that will thrive in sunny soil are bred:

How can a heart feel heat that no hope finds?

Or can he love on whom no comfort shines?

Fair, I confess there's pleasure in your sight;

Sweet, you have power, I grant, of all delight;

But what is all to me if I have none?

Churl that you are t'enjoy such wealth alone!

Prayers move the heavens but find no grace with you,

Yet in your looks a heavenly form I view;

Then will I pray again, hoping to find,

As well as in your looks, heaven in your mind.

Saint of my heart, queen of my life and love,

O let my vows thy loving spirit move!

Let me no longer mourn through thy disdain,

But with one touch of grace cure all my pain!