A Learning Shakespeare Sonnet
If only we could all revel so in the upside of our error.
Uncle Willie's sonnets can teach us how to love ourselves as well as
sweethearts on this Valentine's Day.
Love to all on this day, yes, but on all days.
CXIX. (Sonnet #119)
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 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.