Tixall Poetry/The Fanne
The Fanne.
Cruell Dorinda laught to heare me mume, Cryeng I burne;And skoffing sayd, heare, take, and coole thee, man, With this my fan.I sayd, no fanns, but flames my flames require, To quench desyre;And cry'd, well may all dull and earthly fyresWith dull and earthly fyres be more encreast;But loves more active and sublime desyresWith active and sublime desyres are easd:Learne then, oh learne loves high and mistik art, To cure my burning paine;Give me, oh give a pure and flaming hart, And take thy fan againe.