Act I, Scene 154

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• Shakespeare. The little Love-god lying once asleep
  Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, 2145
  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 2150
  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, 2155
  Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,
  Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.