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Upon Love
By Robert Herrick
Love scorched my finger, but did spare
The burning of my heart,
To signify in love my share
Should be a little part.
Little I love, but if that he
Would but that heat recall,
That joint to ashes should be burnt
Ere I would love at all.
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