Page 2099 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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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 borrowed 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 distempered guest.
But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
Where Cupid got new fire, my mistress’ eyes.
