SONNET 154

Thelittle Love-god lying once asleep Laid byhissidehisheart-inflaming
brand, Whilst many nymphs thatvow'd chastelife to keep Came tripping
by; but in her maiden hand Thefairestvotary took up thatfire Which
many legions oftrue hearts hadwarm'd; And so thegeneral of hotdesire
Wassleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd. Thisbrandshe quenched in acool
well by, Whichfrom Love'sfire tookheatperpetual, Growing a bath and
healthful remedy For men diseased; but I, mymistress' thrall, Came there
forcure, and this by that Iprove, Love'sfireheats water, watercools
notlove.