Sonnet 154

The little Love-god, lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep Came tripping by, but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire, Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd, And so the general of hot desire Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd. This brand she quenched in a cool well by, Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy For men diseas'd, but I, my mistress' thrall, Came there for cure, and this by that I prove: Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

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Sonnet 154 is an episode from Shakespeare Sundays with Chop Bard by Ehren Ziegler.

This episode is 16:33 long.

This episode was published on Jul 17, 2022.

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