Shakespeare’s Dark Lady Sonnets, Number 154

The little Love-god lying once asleep,Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keepCame tripping by; but in her maiden handThe fairest votary took up that fireWhich many legions of true hearts had warmed;And so the General of hot desireWas, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed.This brand she quenched … Continue reading Shakespeare’s Dark Lady Sonnets, Number 154