Poet William Shakespeare



Poems Comments

Sonnet 114: Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You

Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?
Or whether shall I say mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monsters, and things indigest,
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
O, 'tis the first, 'tis flattery in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up;
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is ‘greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup.
If it be poisoned, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.



Poem topics: , ,

Rate this poem:

Add Sonnet 114: Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You poem to your favorites

Add Poet William Shakespeare to your favorites

Similar Poems
There is no similar poems related to "Sonnet 114: Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You" poem.
All William Shakespeare Poems

Popular Poets

James Clarence Mangan (10 poems)
Luisa Villani (1 poems)
John Gould Fletcher (2 poems)
Walter Conrad Arensberg (2 poems)
Jack Conway (4 poems)
Nazim Hikmet (1 poems)
Alice Guerin Crist (0 poems)
Musa Habal (0 poems)
Beatrix Potter (3 poems)
Kabir (73 poems)

Popular Poems

Fame, by Edgar Albert Guest
A Dead Rose, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Dream Of The World Without Death, by William Cosmo Monkhouse
A Bad Omen, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The Young Soldier, by Wilfred Owen
A Parlourmaid, by Lesbia Harford
To the Evening Star, by William Blake
Spring Flowers, by John Boyle O'Reilly
New Leaves, by Eric Torgersen
Baby's Dreams, by Isabella Valancy Crawford