Fire, fire, fire, fire!

Fire, fire, fire, fire!

Lo here I burn in such desire
That all the tears that I can strain
Out of mine idle empty brain
Cannot allay my scorching pain.

Come Trent and Humber, and fair Thames,
Dread Ocean, haste with all thy streams:
And, if you cannot quench my fire,
O drowne both mee and my desire.

Fire, fire, fire, fire!

There is no hell to my desire;
See, all the Rivers backward fly,
And this Ocean doth his waves deny,
For fear my heat should drink them dry.

Come heavnly showers then, pouring down;
Come, you that once the world did drown:
Some then you spard but now save all,

That else must burn, and with me fall.