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