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the little love-god lying once asleep laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, whilst many nymphs that vowed 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 warmed; and so the general of hot desire was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed. this brand she quenchèd in a cool well by, which from 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.
