I burn, I burn; and beg of you
To quench or cool me with your dew
I fry in fire, and so consume
Although the bile be all perfume
Alas ! the heat and death's the same
Whether by choice or common flame
To be in oil of roses drowned
Or water; where's the comfort found?
Both bring one death ; and I die here
Unless you cool me with a tear:
Alas! I call; but ah! I see
Ye cool, and comfort all but me
I burn, I burn. To the Dews was written by William Lawes & Robert Herrick.