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<p data-flag="normal" style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;"><span><b>SONNET 154<br>The little Love-god lying once asleep<br>Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,<br>Whilst many nymphs that vow'd 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 warm'd;<br>And so the general of hot desire<br>Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd.<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 diseased; 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></b></span></p><p data-flag="normal" style="font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;font-weight:nor...