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The Scare-Fire.
By Robert Herrick
Water, water I desire,
Here's a house of flesh on fire;
Ope the fountains and the springs,
And come all to bucketings:
What ye cannot quench pull down;
Spoil a house to save a town:
Better 'tis that one should fall,
Than by one to hazard all.
Extra Info:
Scare-fire, fire-alarm.
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