Sonnet 154

The Dark Lady: Reckoning

  1. 1 The little Love-god lying once asleep,
  2. 2 Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
  3. 3 Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
  4. 4 Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
  5. 5 The fairest votary took up that fire
  6. 6 Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;
  7. 7 And so the general of hot desire
  8. 8 Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarm'd.
  9. 9 This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
  10. 10 Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
  11. 11 Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
  12. 12 For men diseas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall,
  13. 13 Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
  14. 14 Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.