LOVE and JEALOUSY

How much are they deceiv'd, who vainly strive, By jealous Fears, to keep our Flames alive? Love's like a Torch, which, if secur'd from Blasts, Will faintlier burn; but then it longer lasts. Expos'd to Storms of Jealousy and Doubt, The Blaze grows greater, but 'tis sooner out.