Sonnet 154 (The Little Love-God Lying Once Asleep)

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 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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Writer(s): The Shakespeare Heptet
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