Fire, fire, fire

Fire, fire, fire, fire,

Loe here I burne in such desire,

That all the treares that I can straine

Out of mine idle empty braine,

Cannot allay my scorching paine.

Come Trent and Humber, and fyre Thames,

Dread Ocean haste with alll thy streames:

And if you cannot quench my fire,

O drowne both me, and my desire.

Fire, fire, fire, fire,

There is no hell to my desire:

See all the Rivers backward flye,

And th'Ocean doth his waves deny,

For feare my heate should drink them dry.

Come heav'nly showres then pouring downe;

Come you that once the world did drowne:

Some then you spar'd, but now save all,

That else must burne, and with me fall.