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01-09-2009, 03:10 AM
Sonnet #119
CXIX.br /br /What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,br /Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,br /Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,br /Still losing when I saw myself to win!br /What wretched errors hath my heart committed,br /Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!br /How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fittedbr /In the distraction of this madding fever!br /O benefit of ill! now I find truebr /That better is by evil still made better;br /And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,br /Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.br /So I return rebuked to my contentbr /And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.
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CXIX.br /br /What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,br /Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,br /Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,br /Still losing when I saw myself to win!br /What wretched errors hath my heart committed,br /Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!br /How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fittedbr /In the distraction of this madding fever!br /O benefit of ill! now I find truebr /That better is by evil still made better;br /And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,br /Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.br /So I return rebuked to my contentbr /And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.
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