Sonnet 153
The Dark Lady: Reckoning
- 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 borrow'd from this holy fire of Love,
- 6 A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
- 7 And grew a seeting 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 distemper'd guest,
- 13 But found no cure, the bath for my help lies
- 14 Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes.