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by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Translation © by Ferdinando Albeggiani

Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep
Language: English 
Our translations:  ITA
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.

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Text Authorship:

  • by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 153 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by David Passmore (b. 1954), "Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep" [ mezzo-soprano and piano ], from Seven Dark Lady Sonnets , no. 7 [sung text checked 1 time]
  • by Richard Simpson (1820 - 1876), "Sonnet CLIII", 1864-5 [ medium voice and piano ], note on score: rhythmical imitation of Beethoven's "Young spring gods" [sung text not yet checked]

Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:

  • Also set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Samuil Yakovlevich Marschak (1887 - 1964) , no title, appears in Шекспир Уильям - сонеты (Shekspir Uil'jam - sonety) = Sonnets of William Shakespeare, no. 153 ; composed by Dmitry Borisovich Kabalevsky.
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Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (François-Victor Hugo) , no title, appears in Sonnets de Shakespeare, no. 153, first published 1857
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2003-11-04
Line count: 14
Word count: 109

Cupido, deposta la sua fiaccola, stava...
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the English 
Cupido,  deposta la sua fiaccola, stava dormendo:
una ninfa di Diana colse l’occasione,
il fuoco di lui, che i cuori accende, rapida immergendo,
in una valle dove sgorgava solo una fredda fonte.
La quale attinse dal fuoco un calore che ancora dura,
mutandosi  un bagno bollente, che agli uomini è sovrana cura,
contro ogni malattia, anche la più strana.
Ma riaccesa la torcia davanti alla mia bella,
il fanciullo provò a poggiarmela in petto,
e io, fattomi infermo, cercai aiuto in quel bagno
e lì mi affrettai, triste e indisposto.
Ma non trovai guarigione; il posto giusto
era l’occhio della mia donna, dove ardeva  il fuoco da Cupido riacceso .

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  • a text in English by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 153
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This text was added to the website: 2025-07-16
Line count: 13
Word count: 110

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