Whilst I am scorch'd with hot desire,
In vain cold Friendship you return,
Your drops of pity on my fire,
Alas! but make it fiercer burn.
Ah! would you have the flame suppress'd,
That kills the heart it heats too fast,
Take half my passion to your breast,
The rest in mine shall ever last.
More verses by Matthew Prior
- To Fortune
- Cloe Jealous
- Her Right Name
- Songs Set To Music: 11. Set By Mr. De Fesch
- Songs Set To Music: 27.