Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXIV

Sonnet CXIII

Sonnet CXV

CXIV

 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 alchemy, 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 flattery 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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Sonnet CXIII

Sonnet CXV