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 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’ eye. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.