1 Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep;
2 A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
3 And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
4 In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
5 Which borrow'd from this holy fire of Love
6 A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
7 And grew a seething bath, which yet men prove
8 Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.
9 But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new fired,
10 The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;
11 I sick withal the help of bath desired,
12 And thither hied, a sad distemper'd guest,
13 But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
14 Where Cupid got new fire—my mistress' [eyes].
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