What shall I do to show how much I love her?
How many millions of sighs can suffice?
That which wins other hearts never can move her;
those common methods of love she'll despise.
I will love more than man e'er lov'd before me,
gaze on her all the day and melt all the night;
till for her own sake, at last, she'll implore me
to love her less to preserve our delight.
Since Gods themselves could not ever be loving,
men must have breathing recruits for new joys;
I wish my love could be always improving,
though eager love more than sorrows destroys.
In fair aurelia's arms leave me expiring,
to be embalm'd by the sweets of her breath;
to the last moment I'll still be desiring;
never had hero so glorious a death.

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