letra de sonnet 114 - the marlowe society
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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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