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Sonnet 119 by William Shakespeare – What potions have I drunk of siren tears

Sonnet 119 by William Shakespeare

 

What potions have I drunk of siren tears

Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,

Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,

Still losing when I saw myself to win!                           4

 

What wretched errors hath my heart committed,

Whilst it hath thought itself so blessèd never!

How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted

In the distraction of this madding fever!                         8

 

O, benefit of ill! Now I find true

That better is by evil still made better;

And ruined love, when it is built anew,

Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.         12

 

So I return rebuked to my content,

And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.

 

Shakespeare Sonnets All 154

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