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12-29-2008, 03:10 AM
Sonnet #114
CXIV.br /br /Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,br /Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?br /Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,br /And that your love taught it this alchemy,br /To make of monsters and things indigestbr /Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,br /Creating every bad a perfect best,br /As fast as objects to his beams assemble?br /O,'tis the first; 'tis flattery in my seeing,br /And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:br /Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,br /And to his palate doth prepare the cup:br /If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sinbr /That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
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CXIV.br /br /Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,br /Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?br /Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,br /And that your love taught it this alchemy,br /To make of monsters and things indigestbr /Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,br /Creating every bad a perfect best,br /As fast as objects to his beams assemble?br /O,'tis the first; 'tis flattery in my seeing,br /And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:br /Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,br /And to his palate doth prepare the cup:br /If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sinbr /That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
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