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My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Edmund Spenser

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Edmund Spenser
Died: 1599
Died: January 13
Poet
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London
England
Edmund Spencer
Ice
Comes
Great
Rejection
Love
Hot
Like
Harder
Cold
Fire
Entreat
Grows
Dissolved
Desire

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