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William Shakespeare - Sonnet 114: "Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,..."
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Or whether doth my mind, being crowned 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 poisoned, `tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
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