William Shakespeare. 1564–1616

Sonnet CLIII.

“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 borrow’d from this holy fire of Love    5
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;   10
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.