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Shakespeare's Sonnet CXIV / CLIV
01 : Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
02 : Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?
03 : Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
04 : And that your love taught it this alchemy,
05 : To make of monsters and things indigest
06 : Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
07 : Creating every bad a perfect best,
08 : As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
09 : O! 'tis the first, 'tis flattery in my seeing,
10 : And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
11 : Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
12 : And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
13 : If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
14 : That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.