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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 diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
爱之神曾有一次酣眠，
卧倒在煌煌的箭火旁,
睡梦中却被解了武装；
爱火点燃无数的真心，
点亮天女轻盈的脚步，
却熄灭在贞洁誓言中，
隐在最美圣女的手上。
爱火浸入凛冽山泉，
炙就温泉水滑，将
世间一切疾病荡涤；
当我为爱无路可走，
却发现它回天乏力：
水在爱火中蒸腾，
却不能让爱消逝。
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