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.
Sonnet 153: Cupid Laid By His Brand And Fell Asleep
William Shakespeare
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Poem topics: sad, sick, fountain, cold, touch, holy, endure, valley, prove, strange, steep, fire, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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