CLI. Love is too young to know what conscience is: My nobler part to my gross body's treason; CLII. In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, CLIII. Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep: And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove But found no cure; the bath for my help lies CLIV. 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 Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd. |