Read Aloud the Text Content

This audio was created by Woord's Text to Speech service by content creators from all around the world.

Text Content or SSML code:

That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all armd a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his loveshaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts But I might see young Cupids fiery shaft Quenchd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancyfree. Yet markd I where the bolt of Cupid fell It fell upon a little western flower, Before milkwhite, now purple with loves wound, And maidens call it loveinidleness. Fetch me that flower the herb I shewd thee once The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees. Fetch me this herb and be thou here again Ere the leviathan can swim a league.