Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you, <br />Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery? <br />Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true, <br />And that your love taught it this alchemy, <br />To make of monsters and things indigest <br />Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble, <br />Creating every bad a perfect best, <br />As fast as objects to his beams assemble? <br />O! 'tis the first, 'tis flattery in my seeing, <br />And my great mind most kingly drinks it up: <br />Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing, <br />And to his palate doth prepare the cup: <br />If it be poisoned, 'tis the lesser sin <br />That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-114-or-whether-doth-my-mind-being-crowned-with-you/
