Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:A maid of Dian's this advantage found,And his love-kindling fire did quickly steepIn a cold valley-fountain of that ground;Which borrow'd from this holy fire of Love,A dateless lively heat, still to endure,And grew a seeting bath, which yet men proveAgainst strange maladies a sovereign cure.But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest,But found no cure, the bath for my help liesWhere Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes.
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