The little love god lying once asleep <br />Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, <br />Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep <br />Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand, <br />The fairest votary took up that fire <br />Which many legions of true hearts had warmed, <br />And so the general of hot desire <br />Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarmed. <br />This brand she quenched in a cool well by, <br />Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, <br />Growing a bath and healthful remedy, <br />For men discased; but I, my mistress' thrall, <br /> Came there for cure and this by that I prove, <br /> Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-154-the-little-love-god-lying-once-asleep/
