What potions have I drunk of Siren tears...
Sonnet 119What 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 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 ruin'd love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. So I return rebuked to my content And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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(Continuing from last two sonnets)
I’ve been bawling my eyes out because I’ve been so miserable. I’m alternately scared and hopeful, and I keep losing when I thought I was doing well. How stupid I’ve been, when I was in such a great place! What an idiot! One good thing about this terrible situation is
that I understand now that really good things only become better when pressured by bad things. Love that’s been damaged and repaired is better, bigger and stronger than it could have been otherwise.
That’s why I’m happy to be in the doghouse: because I’ve gained so much more in strength of love than I’ve wasted elsewhere.
I’ve been bawling my eyes out because I’ve been so miserable. I’m alternately scared and hopeful, and I keep losing when I thought I was doing well. How stupid I’ve been, when I was in such a great place! What an idiot! One good thing about this terrible situation is
that I understand now that really good things only become better when pressured by bad things. Love that’s been damaged and repaired is better, bigger and stronger than it could have been otherwise.
That’s why I’m happy to be in the doghouse: because I’ve gained so much more in strength of love than I’ve wasted elsewhere.