Sonnet 153

Lyrics
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 borrow'd 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 distemper'd guest But found no cure: the bath for my help lies Where Cupid got new fire, my mistress' eyes
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Credits
- Writers
- William Shakespeare