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' eye.
