2297THe little Loue-God lying once a sleepe,

2298Laid by his side his heart inflaming brand,

2299Whilst many Nymphes that vou'd chast life to keep,

2300Came tripping by, but in her maiden hand,

2301The fayrest votary tooke vp that fire,

2302Which many Legions of true hearts had warm'd,

2303And so the Generall of hot desire,

2304Was sleeping by a Virgin hand disarm'd.

2305This brand she quenched in a coole Well by,

2306Which from loues fire tooke heat perpetuall,

2307Growing a bath and healthfull remedy,

2308For men diseasd, but I my Mistrisse thrall,

2309 Came there for cure and this by that I proue,

2310 Loues fire heates water, water cooles not loue.

FINIS.