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 1    VI|  friend.~ ~ XC~Some sparkling fires on heaven's bright visage
 2   VII|       Floods in her eyes, and fires were in her breast;~But
 3   XII| protect~Behold thy flames and fires tossed in the wind,~No,
 4  XIII|       still night's splendent fires~Quenched their lights, and
 5  XIII|     blazing stars and gliding fires for gold,~Nor to refresh,
 6   XIV|       wide,~Beset with golden fires, top, bottom, side,~ ~ V~
 7  XVII|       seas had quenched those fires,~Their frigate struck against
 8 XVIII|  bright eyes, whence first my fires did grow.~Kiss me, embrace
 9 XVIII|     from her entrails hot her fires begin,~Nor yet in summer
10   XIX|        his courage quailed~As fires die which fuel want or food.~
11   XIX|      on sleep?~Why strive you fires to quench, sweet Cupid's