Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands.
Ah, do not tear away thyself from me;
For know, my love, as easy mayst thou fall
A drop of water in the breaking gulf,
And take unmingled thence that drop again
Without addition or diminishing,
As take from me thyself, and not me too.
No more than a fish loves water.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
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 discased; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.
Men's evil manners live in brass their virtues We write in water.
Ambition's like a circle on the water, Which never ceases to enlarge itself, 'Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou being rich in will add to thy will
One will of mine to make thy large will more.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories