The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 4/8/10

[BlueIris]

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 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

[BlueIris]

1. Oh, come on. This is so great. nt

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. You are right, my dear BlueIris...

It is great...

Thank you.