Sonnet 119: What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren Tears – Poem by William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 119: What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren Tears – Poem 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 my self to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought it self so bless├Ęd never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
In the distraction of this madding fever!
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.
So I return rebuked to my content,
And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.

~William Shakespeare

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