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 steep

In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;

Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love

A dateless lively heat still to endure,

And grew a seeting bath, which yet men prove

Against 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 distempered guest,

But found no cure. The bath for my help lies

Where Cupid got new fire—my mistress' eyes.

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