Sonnet 154

　　The little Love-god lying once asleep

　　Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand，

　　Whilst many nymphs that vowed 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 warmed；

　　And so the general of hot desire

　　Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarmed.

　　This brand she quenched in a cool well by，

　　Which from Love's fire took h