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sonnet 119 - eli wallach lyrics

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what potions have i drunk of siren tears
distilled from limbecks foul as h*ll within
applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears
still losing when i saw myself to win!

what wretched errors hath my heart committed
whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
how have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
in the distraction of this madding fever!

o benefit of ill! now i find true
that better is by evil still made better;
and ruinеd love, when it is built anew
grows fairеr than at first, more strong, far greater

so i return rebuked to my content
and gain by ills thrice more than i have spent

- eli wallach lyrics

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