- 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.