The Little Love God
By: William Shakespeare

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 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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