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Shakespeare's Sonnets

Sonnet 114

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Or whether doth my mind being crown’d with you

Drink up the monarch’s plague, this flattery?

Or whether shall I say mine eye saith true,

And that your love taught it this alcumy,

To make of monsters and things indigest

Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,

Creating every bad a perfect best

As fast as objects to his beams assemble?

O, ’tis the first, ’tis flatt’ry in my seeing,

And my great mind most kingly drinks it up;

Mine eye well knows what with his gust is ’greeing,

And to his palate doth prepare the cup.

If it be poison’d, ’tis the lesser sin

That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.

 

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