Sonnet CXIX.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Distill’d from limbecks foul as hell within,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still losing when I saw myself to win!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the distraction of this madding fever!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O benefit of ill! now I find true<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that better is by evil still made better;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And ruin’d love, when it is built anew,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I return rebuked to my content<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Sonnett CXXI.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
” ‘Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d
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When not to be receives reproach of being,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the just pleasure is lost which is so deem’d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not by our feeling but by others’ seeing:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For why should others’ false adulterate eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Give salutation to my sportive blood?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No, I am that I am, and they that level<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At my abuses reckon up their own:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I may be straight, thought they themselves be bevel;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By their rank thoughts my deeds much not be shown;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unless this general evil they maintain,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All men are bad, and in their badness reign.” William Shakespeare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
William Shakespeare was born in Stratford, England <\/p>\n\n\n\n
on April 23rd. 1564, some four hundred and fifty-five years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Islander.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Sonnet CXIX. “What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distill’d from limbecks foul as hell 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 … Continue reading “Shakespeare”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1507","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewalrussaid.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1507","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewalrussaid.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewalrussaid.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewalrussaid.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewalrussaid.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1507"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thewalrussaid.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1507\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1508,"href":"https:\/\/thewalrussaid.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1507\/revisions\/1508"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewalrussaid.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1507"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}