Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you

Sonnet 114

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you

«William Shakespeare»

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