The Poetry Corner

The Sonnets CXIV - Or whether doth my mind, being crownd with you

By William Shakespeare

Or whether doth my mind, being crownd with you, Drink up the monarchs 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 poisond, tis the lesser sin That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.