Sonette før stengetid

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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 his 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 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' eyes.

Shakespeare, William: Sonetter, Aschehoug, Oslo, 2005