William Shakespeare



                   Sonnet 153


                   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 seething 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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