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[ar:Julian Bream] |
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[al:Two Loves] |
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[ti:'What Potions Have I Drunk' (Sonnet No.119)] |
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[tool:鐏噷鐨勬瓕璇嶆粴鍔ㄥК] |
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What potions have I drunk of Siren tears |
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Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within, |
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Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears, |
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Still losing when I saw myself to win! |
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What wretched errors hath my heart committed, |
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Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never! |
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How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted In the distraction of this madding fever! |
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O, benefit of ill: now I find true |
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That better is by evil still made better; |
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And ruined love, when it is built anew, |
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Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. |
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So I return rebuked to my content, |
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And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent. |
