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