The Poetry Corner

The Sonnets CLIII - Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep

By William Shakespeare

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep: A maid of Dians this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold valley-fountain of that ground; Which borrowd 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 Loves 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 distemperd guest, But found no cure, the bath for my help lies Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress eyes.