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 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. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 154: The little Love-god lying once asleep appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

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Sonnet 154: The little Love-god lying once asleep

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’ eye. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep

In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing, In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn, In vowing new hate after new love bearing. But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee, When I break twenty? I am perjured most, For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee, And all my honest faith in thee is lost. For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness, Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy, And to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness, Or made them swear against the thing they see: For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured eye, To swear against the truth so foul a lie. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 152: In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 152: In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn

Love is too young to know what conscience is, Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove. For, thou betraying me, I do betray My nobler part to my gross body’s treason; My soul doth tell my body that he may Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason, But rising at thy name doth point out thee As his triumphant prize; proud of this pride, He is contented thy poor drudge to be, To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side. No want of conscience hold it that I call Her ‘love’ for whose dear love I rise and fall. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience is appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience is

O, from what power hast thou this powerful might With insufficiency my heart to sway, To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantize of skill That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds? Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, The more I hear and see just cause of hate? O, though I love what others do abhor, With others thou shouldst not abhor my state. If thy unworthiness raised love in me, More worthy I to be beloved of thee. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 150: O, from what power hast thou this powerful might appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 150: O, from what power hast thou this powerful might

Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think on thee, when I forgot Am of myself, all tyrant for thy sake? Who hateth thee that I do call my friend? On whom frown’st thou that I do fawn upon? Nay, if thou lour’st on me, do I not spend Revenge upon myself with present moan? What merit do I in myself respect That is so proud thy service to despise, When all my best doth worship thy defect, Commanded by the motion of thine eyes? But love, hate on, for now I know thy mind; Those that can see, thou lov’st, and I am blind. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not

O me! What eyes hath love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight! Or if they have, where is my judgement fled, That censures falsely what they see aright? If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is not so? If it be not, then love doth well denote, Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s ‘No’. How can it? O, how can love’s eye be true, That is so vexed with watching and with tears? No marvel then though I mistake my view; The sun itself sees not till heaven clears. O cunning love, with tears thou keep’st me blind, Lest eyes, well-seeing, thy foul faults should find. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 148: O me! What eyes hath love put in my head appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 148: O me! What eyes hath love put in my head

My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th’uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I, desperate, now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are, At random from the truth vainly expressed: For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Feeding these rebel pow’rs that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body’s end? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servants’ loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more: So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men, And death once dead, there’s no more dying then. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth

Those lips that Love’s own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said “I hate” To me that languished for her sake. But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that, ever sweet, Was used in giving gentle doom, And taught it thus anew to greet: “I hate” she altered with an end That followed it as gentle day Doth follow night, who like a fiend From heaven to hell is flown away. “I hate” from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying “not you.” William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love’s own hand did make appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love’s own hand did make

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair; The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me soon to hell my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride. And whether that my angel be turned fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell, But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another’s hell. Yet this shall I ne’er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despair appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despair

Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch One of her feathered creatures broke away, Sets down her babe and makes a swift dispatch In pursuit of the thing she would have stay, Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase, Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent To follow that which flies before her face, Not prizing her poor infant’s discontent: So runn’st thou after that which flies from thee, Whilst I, thy babe, chase thee afar behind; But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me, And play the mother’s part, kiss me, be kind. So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will, If thou turn back and my loud crying still. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 143: Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 143: Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving. O but with mine compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving, Or if it do, not from those lips of thine, That have profaned their scarlet ornaments And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine, Robbed others’ beds’ revénues of their rents. Be it lawful I love thee as thou lov’st those Whom thine eyes woo as mine impórtune thee; Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows, Thy pity may deserve to pitied be. If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note, But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who in despite of view is pleased to dote. Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted, Nor tender feeling to base touches prone, Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any sensual feast with thee alone; But my five wits nor my five senses can Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man, Thy proud heart’s slave and vassal wretch to be. Only my plague thus far I count my gain, That she that makes me sin awards me pain. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes

Be wise as thou art cruel: Do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain, Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express The manner of my pity-wanting pain. If I might teach thee wit: Better it were, Though not to love, yet love to tell me so, As testy sick men, when their deaths be near, No news but health from their physicians know. For if I should despair I should grow mad, And in my madness might speak ill of thee; Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad, Mad sland’rers by mad ears believèd be. That I may not be so, nor thou belied, Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel: Do not press appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.

Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel: Do not press

The 154 sonnets that Shakespeare penned are some of the most famous in the world. But have you ever heard them all? This podcast series will take you through them one by one in easy 15 minute installments. The show’s two hosts, and maybe one or two special guests, will read through the sonnet and talk about what it means to them and what they feel about it.

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Shakespeare’s Sonnets

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