What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, <br />Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within, <br />Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, <br />Still losing when I saw my self to win! <br />What wretched errors hath my heart committed, <br />Whilst it hath thought it self so blessèd never! <br />How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted <br />In the distraction of this madding fever! <br />O, benefit of ill, now I find true <br />That better is, by evil still made better; <br />And ruined love, when it is built anew, <br />Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. <br /> So I return rebuked to my content, <br /> And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-119-what-potions-have-i-drunk-of-siren-te/
