| 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 | 5 |
| 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; | 10 |
| 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. |