The Fire of Love

by Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset

From the “Examen Miscellaneum,” 1708 THE FIRE of love in youthful blood, Like what is kindled in brushwood,       But for a moment burns; Yet in that moment makes a mighty noise; It crackles, and to vapor turns,       And soon itself destroys. But when crept into agèd veins It slowly burns, and then long remains,       And with a silent heat, Like fire in logs, it glows and warms ’em long, And though the name be not so great,       Yet is the heat as strong.