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Sonnet 119

            ,         ,        ,         ,       ,
      What po|tions have | I drunk | of Si|ren tears,
           ,            ,           ,         ,        ,
      Distilled | from lim|becks* foul | as hell | within,
         ,        ,          ,           ,          ,
      Apply|ing fears | to hopes,| and hopes | to fears,
             ,        ,       ,        ,        ,
      Still^los|ing when | I saw | myself | to win?
             ,        ,        ,         ,         ,       o
      What wretch|ed er|rors hath | my heart | commit|ted,
              ,           ,          ,         ,       ,      o
      Whilst^it | hath thought | itself | so bles|sed nev|er?
            ,           ,         ,            ,            ,       o
      How have | mine^eyes | out^of | their spheres | been fit|ted,
       ,            ,        ,         ,        ,      o
      In the | distrac|tion of | this mad|ding fev|er?
         ,    ,        ,        ,          ,
      O ben|efit | of ill,| now I | find^true
            ,       ,      ,       ,           ,       o
      That bet|ter is | by ev|il still | made bet|ter.
           ,        ,          ,        ,       ,
      And ru|ined love | when it | is built | anew
              ,       ,         ,             ,           ,       o
      Grows^fair|er than | at first,| more strong,| far great|er.
         ,       ,        ,         ,        ,
      So I | return | rebuked | to my | content,
            ,        ,             ,         ,          ,
      And gain | by ill | thrice^more | than I | have spent.

*Lines 5–8, 10, and 12 are hexameter

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