Sonnet 119
Farewell to the Fair Youth
- 1 What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
- 2 Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,
- 3 Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
- 4 Still losing when I saw myself to win!
- 5 What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
- 6 Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
- 7 How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
- 8 In the distraction of this madding fever!
- 9 O benefit of ill! now I find true
- 10 That better is, by evil still made better;
- 11 And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,
- 12 Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
- 13 So I return rebuk'd to my content,
- 14 And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.