Shakespeare's Sonnets: The little love-god lying once asleep

The little love-god lying once asleep,Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brandWhil'st many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keepCame tripping by, but in her maiden handThe fairest votary took up that fire,Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd,And so the general of hot desireWas sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd.This brand she quenchèd in a cool well by,Which from love's fire took heat perpetual,Growing a bath and healthful remedyFor 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.