#sonnet 119

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Sonnet CXIX

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 blessed 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.

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Sonnet 119 by William Shakespeare (read by Eli Wallach)

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 blessed 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.

Source: The Complete Shakespeare Sonnets

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Sonnet 119 by William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 119 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

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 blessed 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.

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“ What wretched errors hath my heart committed, Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never! sonnet 119; by william shakespeare [x] ”

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Sunday Sonnet - 31 January 2016

Sunday Sonnet – 31 January 2016

Early hints of the Dark Lady! This sonnet falls into the latter section of verses written to the Poet’s beloved Young Man. The poem’s full of chaos and a raft of competing images. But in the mix, if you look for it, you can find hints of a Dark Lady….

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What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distill’d from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears, Still…

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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 blessed 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 ill thrice more than I have spent.

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Sonnet 119

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distill'd from lymbecks 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 blessed 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 ruin'd love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.    So I return rebuk'd to my content,    And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.