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CLIII.
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.
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