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 Seeting 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.