。，Red of heat, are none so base!
The day without a God.。，
Sweeter to my thought than dawn! -。，Till with our outlasting Foe,
Scorched in me, the living sign。，But, or shame to my manhood, a lady of ice,
。，His deeds are waving grain.
Rent with lightnings, clad with snow,。，
。，I know you Mercy dear.
That we are Justice now,。，O poor enviers! God's own gifts
In the earth a furnace-bed:。，Save that ever when he in wrath began
。，Till the yellow hour was nigh,
White of heat, none know such grace!。，Lord Dusiote's soul to waft to bliss;
His wrinkles glistened keen:。，
Red of heat and white of heat,。，
。，The man-dog for his mistress thinks,
。，Red of heat to white of heat,
White of heat, some envy me!。，Lie with him on perfumed sheets:
，The wretch detested must she trust,。，Save one was too cunning for me.