Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,A maid of Dian's this advantage found,And his love-kindling fire did quickly steepIn a cold valley-fountain of that ground:
Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love,A dateless lively heat still to endure,And grew a seeting 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 distempered guest.
But found no cure, the bath for my help lies,Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes.
