CLIV. The little Love-god lying once asleep
        
          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
          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,
          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.