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Sonnet One hundred and fifty-four by William Shakespeare
Episode 188
Sunday, 9 November, 2025

The little love-god, lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed 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 warmed; And so the general of hot desire Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed. This brand she quenchèd in a cool well by, Which from Love’s fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy For men diseased; but I, my mistress’ thrall, Came there for cure, and this by that I prove: Love’s fire heats water; water cools not love. Order "Quick Quotations" by clicking on link below Quick Quotations by Dane Allred