William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Cliii - Poem by William Shakespeare

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 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 distemper'd guest,
But found no cure: the bath for my help lies
Where Cupid got new fire--my mistress' eyes.


Comments about Sonnet Cliii by William Shakespeare

  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/7/2015 10:39:00 AM)


    This and the following Sonnet, placed as they are at the end, are best regarded, perhaps, as constituting a division by themselves. Both treat, though with some differences, of the same theme, that Love's fire heats water; water cools not love. The discovery of the source whence the fable was (though, as is probable, indirectly) derived is due to Herzberg (Shakespeare Jahrbuch, vol. xiii.) . He tracked the legend to a poem in the Anthology, by Marianus, written, as he thinks likely, in the fifth century after Christ:
    - Here, under the plane-trees, Love, having placed his torch by the Nymphs, overpowered by gentle slumber, was sleeping. Then said the Nymphs to one another, 'Why do we delay? Would that we could put out, together with this, the fire in the heart of mortals! ' But as the torch inflamed also the waters, the Love-nymphs from thence draw warm water for their bath. -
    The Epigram is ix.627 of the Palatine Anthology. This and the following Sonnet are manifestly based upon the Epigram, though neither is properly a translation of it.
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  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 9:21:00 AM)


    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

  • (1/4/2014 2:16:00 PM)


    .......pretty sure this magical bath can cure you of all ills...lovely write.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

Poem Edited: Friday, May 18, 2001


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