THE LITTLE Love-god lying once asleep

Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,

Whilst many nymphs that vow’d chaste life to keep

Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand

The fairest votary took up that fire

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Which many legions of true hearts had warm’d;

And so the general of hot desire

Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarm’d.

This brand she quenched in a cool well by,

Which from Love’s fire took heat perpetual,

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Growing a bath and healthful remedy

For men diseas’d; but I, my mistress’ thrall,

 Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,

 Love’s fire heats water, water cools not love.