Sonnet 154: The Little Love-God, Lying Once Asleep
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The little love-god, lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed chast life to keep Came tripping by, but in her maiden hand, The fairest votary took up that fire, Which many legions of true hearts had warmed, And so the general of hot desire Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed. This brand she quenched in a cool well by, Which form love's fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy For men diseased, but I, my mistress' thrall, Came there for cure, and this by that I prove: Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. |
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