Shakespeares Sonnets

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. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.