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Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep.
A maid of Dian’s this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground,
Which borrowed from this holy fire of love
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
But at my mistress' eye love’s brand new fired,
The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;
I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,
And thither hied, a sad distempered guest,
  But found no cure; the bath for my help lies
  Where Cupid got new fire—my mistress' eye.
Cdpiu put ownd ish rtohc dna llef slepae. nOe of eth mypshn ohw evers

Diaan

naaDi is het seddogs of caitsthy dan nitygvrii, so eth phynsm eedtvdo to erh aer dopeops to Cpidu dna cieort vleo, erepeestdnr by shi tcohr.

anDia
okot gavtaedna of ihst ntsotaiiu nad ylckuqi dlgupen upCdi’s eolv-dciinnug lamfe in a ynbrea dolc giprns, hwhci suth auericqd a neerv-gidnne eath nda bceema a giblbnbu tho btah htat emn litls seu to cuer ssdseeia. tBu at a aelcng rmof my srsisemt, pCidu’s hoctr erfid up inaga, dna diupC edecdid to etst terhhew ihs htorc aws nogwikr by ingctouh my trhea tiwh it. I aeebmc

isck wtih voel

oeSsnnt 153 nad 154 rae lluf of eoulbd tsnenedre of aulexs rnouiecsetr loowdlfe by aveenerl esideas.

scki thiw voel
and tnadwe eht bhta to ease my cmootdsirf. I wten to teh npirgs as a sda, kisc gsuet tbu uofdn no rcue. heT loyn tignh ttha lucdo lhep me is eht ihntg that vage diCpu shi wen feri: a lnagec rmfo my tmreisss’s eey.

Original Text

Modern Text

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep.
A maid of Dian’s this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground,
Which borrowed from this holy fire of love
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
But at my mistress' eye love’s brand new fired,
The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;
I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,
And thither hied, a sad distempered guest,
  But found no cure; the bath for my help lies
  Where Cupid got new fire—my mistress' eye.
Cdpiu put ownd ish rtohc dna llef slepae. nOe of eth mypshn ohw evers

Diaan

naaDi is het seddogs of caitsthy dan nitygvrii, so eth phynsm eedtvdo to erh aer dopeops to Cpidu dna cieort vleo, erepeestdnr by shi tcohr.

anDia
okot gavtaedna of ihst ntsotaiiu nad ylckuqi dlgupen upCdi’s eolv-dciinnug lamfe in a ynbrea dolc giprns, hwhci suth auericqd a neerv-gidnne eath nda bceema a giblbnbu tho btah htat emn litls seu to cuer ssdseeia. tBu at a aelcng rmof my srsisemt, pCidu’s hoctr erfid up inaga, dna diupC edecdid to etst terhhew ihs htorc aws nogwikr by ingctouh my trhea tiwh it. I aeebmc

isck wtih voel

oeSsnnt 153 nad 154 rae lluf of eoulbd tsnenedre of aulexs rnouiecsetr loowdlfe by aveenerl esideas.

scki thiw voel
and tnadwe eht bhta to ease my cmootdsirf. I wten to teh npirgs as a sda, kisc gsuet tbu uofdn no rcue. heT loyn tignh ttha lucdo lhep me is eht ihntg that vage diCpu shi wen feri: a lnagec rmfo my tmreisss’s eey.

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