Sonnet 119 ~ William Shakespeare


Sonnet 119

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!

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!

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.

About Pop Haydn

I am not originally from the 21st Century myself, but have been stuck here by accident--not entirely my fault--with a bunch of other maroons from another very different time and place... Nevertheless, my companions and I love it here and just like everyone else we are just trying to get by in this exciting and progressive era. With a variety show of steampunk-oriented magic, comedy and music, Pop's company entertains and sells a few bottles of Amazing Miracle Oil, Wonder Elixer, or Magnetized Water.

Posted on May 23, 2020, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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