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The little Love-god lying once asleep1
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,2
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep3
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand4
The fairest votary took up that fire5
Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;6
And so the general of hot desire7
Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd.8
This brand she quenched in a cool well by,9
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,10
Growing a bath and healthful remedy11
For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,12
    Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,13
    Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.14