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Cupid Fell Asleep

by William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)

Cupid lay 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 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, distempered guest,
But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
Where Cupid got new fire—my mistress’ eyes.