Sonnet 153

1 Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,
2 A maid of Dian’s this advantage found,
3 And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
4 In a cold valley-fountain of that ground:
5 Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love,
6 A dateless lively heat still to endure,
7 And grew a seething bath which yet men prove,
8 Against strange maladies a sovereign cure:
9 But at my mistress’ eye Love’s brand new-fired,
10 The boy for trial needs would touch my breast,
11 I sick withal the help of bath desired,
12 And thither hied a sad distempered guest.
13 But found no cure, the bath for my help lies,
14 Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress’ eyes.