1 Fire, fire, fire, fire. Loe here I burne in such desire That all the teares that I can straine Out of mine idle empty braine, Cannot allay my scorching paine. Come Trent, and Humber, and fayre Thames, Dread Ocean haste with all thy streames : And if you cannot quench my fire, O drowne both mee, and my desire. 2 Fire fire, fire, fire. There is no hell to my desire : See, all the Riuers backward flye, And th' Ocean doth his waues deny, For feare my heate should drinke them dry. Come heau'nly showres then pouring downe ; Come you that once the world did drowne : Some then you spar'd, but now saue all, That else must burne, and with mee fall.
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