Lady, to Death we're doom'd, our crime the same!

Thou, that in me thou kindled'st such fierce heat; I, that my heart did of a Sun so sweet The rays concentre to so hot a flame. I, fascinated by an Adder's eye-- Deaf as an Adder thou to all my pain; Thou obstinate in Scorn, in Passion I-- I lov'd too much, too much didst thou disdain. Hear then our doom in Hell as just as stern, Our sentence equal as our crimes conspire-- Who living bask'd at Beauty's earthly fire, In living flames eternal these must burn-- Hell for us both fit places too supplies-- In my heart thou wilt burn, I roast before thine eyes.

? 1805.