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 soverigne cure,
But at my mistress eye loves brand new fired,
The boy for trial needs would touch my breast,
I sick with all the helpe of bath desired,
And thither hied, a sad distempered guest,
But found no cure the bath for my helpe lies,
Where Cupid got new fire my mistress eye.


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