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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600].
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Cupids Treacherie. [Sonnet CLIII / Sonnet CLIV]
Cvpid laid by his brand and fell asleepe,
A maide of Dyans this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steepe
In a cold vallie-fountaine of that ground:
Which borrow'd from this holy fire of love,
A datelesse lively heate still to endure,
And grew a seething bath which yet men prove,
Against strange malladies a soveraigne cure:
But at my mistres eye loves brand new fired,
Thy boy for triall needes would touch my breast,
I sicke with all the helpe of bath desired,
And thether hyed a sad distempered guest.
  But found no cure, the bath for my helpe lies,
  Where Cupid got new fire; my mistres eyes.
The little Love-God lying once a sleepe,
Laid by his side his heart in flaming brand,

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Whilst many Nymphes that vow'd chast life to keepe,
Came tripping by, but in her maiden hand,
The fairest votary tooke up that fire,
Which many Legions of true hearts had warm'd,
And so the Generall of hot desire,
Was sleeping by a Virgin hand disarm'd.
This brand she quenched in a coole Well by,
Which from loves fire tooke heat perpetuall,
Growing a bath and healthfull remedy,
For men diseas'd, but I my Mistresse thrall,
  Came there for cure, and this by that I prove,
  Loves fire heates water, water cooles not love.
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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600].
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