` ` Which borrow'd from this holy fire of Love, ` ` A dateless lively heat, still to endure, ` ` And grew a seeting bath, which yet men prove ` ` Against strange maladies a sovereign cure. ` ` But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired, ` ` The boy for trial needs would touch my breast; ` ` I, sick withal, the help of bath desired, ` ` And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest, ` ` But found no cure, the bath for my help lies ` ` Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes. ` ` ` ` CLIV ` ` ` ` 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 diseas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall, ` ` Came there for cure and this by that I prove, ` ` Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `
