Whilst I am scorch'd with hot desire, <br />In vain cold Friendship you return, <br />Your drops of pity on my fire, <br />Alas! but make it fiercer burn. <br /> <br />Ah! would you have the flame suppress'd, <br />That kills the heart it heats too fast, <br />Take half my passion to your breast, <br />The rest in mine shall ever last.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-cloe/
