Ирина Епифанова, Cosmos Sound Club Sonnet 154 Eng

The little Love- god lying once asleep,
Laid by his side 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 cool well by,
Which from Love\'s fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
For 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