How ill doth he deserve a lover's name, <br />Whose pale weak flame <br />Cannot retain <br />His heat, in spite of absence or disdain; <br />But doth at once, like paper set on fire, <br />Burn and expire; <br />True love can never change his seat, <br />Nor did her ever love, that could retreat. <br /> <br />That noble flame which my breast keeps alive <br />Shall still survive <br />When my soul's fled; <br />Nor shall my love die when my body's dead, <br />That shall wait on me to the lower shade, <br />And never fade; <br />My very ashes in their urn <br />Shall, like a hallow'd lamp, forever burn.<br /><br />Thomas Carew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-eternity-of-love-protested/
