Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep, <br />A maid of Dian's this advantage found, <br />And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep <br />In a cold valley-fountain of that ground; <br />Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love <br />A dateless lively heat still to endure, <br />And grew a seeting bath, which yet men prove <br />Against strange maladies a sovereign cure. <br />But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired, <br />The boy for trial needs would touch my breast; <br />I, sick withal, the help of bath desired, <br />And thither hied a sad distempered guest, <br /> But found no cure. The bath for my help lies <br /> Where Cupid got new fire—my mistress' eyes.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-153-cupid-laid-by-his-brand-and-fell-asle/
