Lyrics: Philip Sidney
Music: Philip Sidney
With two strange fires of equal heat possessed,
The one of love, the other jealousy,
Both still do work, in neither find I rest;
For both, alas, their strengths together tie;
The one aloft doth hold the other high.
Love wakes the jealous eye lest thence it moves;
The jealous eye, the more it looks, it loves.
These fires increase, in these I daily burn;
They feed on me, and with my wings do fly;
My lively joys to doleful ashes turn;
Their flames mount up, my powers prostrate lie;
They live in force, I quite consumed die
One wonder yet far passeth my conceit:
The fuel small, how be the fires so great?