Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep

Sonnet 153

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep

«William Shakespeare»

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.