The little Love-god lying once asleep
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that
Which many legions of true hearts had
And so the general of hot desire
Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd.
This brand she quenched in a cool well
Which from Love's fire took heat
Growing a bath and healthful remedy
For men diseased; but I, my mistress'
Came there for cure, and
this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water,
water cools not love.