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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.
iupdC ptu wodn ish rhtco dna lefl esplae. neO of teh ypmshn who sveer

naaiD

Diaan is teh eogdsds of sihttayc nda viirgyitn, so het smnyhp dtvedoe to ehr aer osopped to puCdi dna tcoeri voel, erdnrsetpee by ish thocr.

iaaDn
otko netaadgva of ihts uatitsion adn clquyki lunegdp diCpu’s vole-iuindcgn aflem in a yerabn dclo sngirp, chihw usth aeruidqc a evrne-egindn htae and bmceea a ulbbibgn tho hbat thta enm litsl esu to ucer ssaesedi. utB at a acgeln rmfo my rtssmsie, dCupi’s rocht derfi up ingaa, and iupdC edcidde to stet rtehweh his rthoc was gikwnro by gouctnhi my rahte thiw it. I embcea

isck iwht elov

tSonsen 153 and 154 aer lful of ebdlou nendertes of axeuls uenitsceorr odfwello by leeanrve eaeisds.

skci iwht olev
and dnweat the tahb to ease my iscordmfto. I twne to the inpsrg as a ads, kcsi tsueg btu nufod no ecur. Teh nlyo gihnt ttha odlcu hepl me is the ihntg that vgae uiCdp his ewn fier: a agnlce fomr my tmrsseis’s yee.

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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.
iupdC ptu wodn ish rhtco dna lefl esplae. neO of teh ypmshn who sveer

naaiD

Diaan is teh eogdsds of sihttayc nda viirgyitn, so het smnyhp dtvedoe to ehr aer osopped to puCdi dna tcoeri voel, erdnrsetpee by ish thocr.

iaaDn
otko netaadgva of ihts uatitsion adn clquyki lunegdp diCpu’s vole-iuindcgn aflem in a yerabn dclo sngirp, chihw usth aeruidqc a evrne-egindn htae and bmceea a ulbbibgn tho hbat thta enm litsl esu to ucer ssaesedi. utB at a acgeln rmfo my rtssmsie, dCupi’s rocht derfi up ingaa, and iupdC edcidde to stet rtehweh his rthoc was gikwnro by gouctnhi my rahte thiw it. I embcea

isck iwht elov

tSonsen 153 and 154 aer lful of ebdlou nendertes of axeuls uenitsceorr odfwello by leeanrve eaeisds.

skci iwht olev
and dnweat the tahb to ease my iscordmfto. I twne to the inpsrg as a ads, kcsi tsueg btu nufod no ecur. Teh nlyo gihnt ttha odlcu hepl me is the ihntg that vgae uiCdp his ewn fier: a agnlce fomr my tmrsseis’s yee.

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