Sonnet 153. Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep

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: