When, in happy with fortune and men's love,
I all alone make my new poems so quick,
and feeling wander heaven with my teardrops,
and look upon myself, and cries my fate,
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Very very nice. Unless emotion is lit the heart sleeps. When enveloped by fire of love will there be love to be the lover. Poetry for you. Love it.