Sonnet 153

[Mark Zuckerberg]

Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
A maid of [Dians] this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
Which [borrowd] 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 Loves 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 [distemperd] guest,
But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
Where Cupid got new fire--my mistress eyes.