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 borrow'd 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 distemper'd
guest,
But found no cure: the bath for my
help lies
Where
Cupid got new fire--my mistress' eyes.
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