[1] The little Love-god lying once asleep
[2] Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
[3] Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
[4] Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
[5] The fairest votary took up that fire
[6] Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;
[7] And so the general of hot desire
[8] Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd.
[9] This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
[10] Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
[11] Growing a bath and healthful remedy
[12] For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,
[13] Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,
[14] Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
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