The standard edition of the pictorial Shakspere . oly fire of loveA dateless lively heat, still to grew a seething bath, which yet men proveAgainst strange maladies a sovereign at my mistress eye Loves brand new-fird,The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;I, sick withal, the help of bath desird,And thither hied, a sad distemperd guest, 91 SONNETS. But found no cure: the bath for my help liesWhere Cupid got new fire,—my mistress eyes. The little love-god, lying once asleepLaid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,Whilst many nymphs that vowd chaste life to keepCame t
The standard edition of the pictorial Shakspere . oly fire of loveA dateless lively heat, still to grew a seething bath, which yet men proveAgainst strange maladies a sovereign at my mistress eye Loves brand new-fird,The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;I, sick withal, the help of bath desird,And thither hied, a sad distemperd guest, 91 SONNETS. But found no cure: the bath for my help liesWhere Cupid got new fire,—my mistress eyes. The little love-god, lying once asleepLaid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,Whilst many nymphs that vowd chaste life to keepCame tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire Which many legions of true hearts had warmd j And so the general of hot desire Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarmd. This brand she quenched in a cool well by, Which from Loves fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy For men diseasd; but I, my mistress thrall, Came there for cure, and this by that Iprove, Loves fire heats water, water cools not 92
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