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.