Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
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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 borrowed from this holy fire of Love
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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,
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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
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Where Cupid got new fire, my mistress' eyes.