Shakespeare’s Sonnets

In Ear Entertainment Limited

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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. You can listen as the hosts increase their knowledge of the sonnets while providing an entertaining and enlightening experience for you.

04/22/2014

Sonnet 154: The little Love-god lying once asleep

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

46 min
04/15/2014

Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell 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

23 min
04/10/2014

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

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

24 min
04/08/2014

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

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

20 min
04/03/2014

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

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

20 min
04/01/2014

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

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

24 min
03/27/2014

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

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

20 min
03/25/2014

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

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

28 min

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Not very educational

11/12/2017

chcubic

The two hosts spent too much time on competing who can read the sonnets more fluently, instead of providing more meaningful discussions. I agree a program on Shakespeare's sonnets doesn't need to be scholarly or esoteric, but it's obvious that the hosts didn't prepare themselves enough. If you don't keep asking why and how (the literary contents, the historical social background, or even why as a reader you feel this or that way), then in the end you'd only get a program full of casual comments without relevance and consequences. It's a pity that this may still be the podcast with most contents when it comes to Shakespeare's sonnets. Perhaps most people think it's enough to know (or pretend to know) that Shakespeare is good without really reading it.
They get a little side-tracked, but

04/01/2013

Wizard of Sales

that is all the more charming! These podcasts are interesting and funny. The anecdotes shared are quite humorous and make my commute easier.

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. You can listen as the hosts increase their knowledge of the sonnets while providing an entertaining and enlightening experience for you.

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In Ear Entertainment Limited
Years Active

2012 - 2014
Episodes

155
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Shakespeare’s Sonnets

Shakespeare’s Sonnets

Sonnet 154: The little Love-god lying once asleep

Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not very educational

They get a little side-tracked, but

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Shakespeare’s Sonnets

Episodes

Sonnet 154: The little Love-god lying once asleep

Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Not very educational

They get a little side-tracked, but

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