Sonnet 119

Farewell to the Fair Youth

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