What potions have I drunk of siren tears
Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still loving when I saw myself to win?
(William Shakespeare, Sonnet 119)
What potions have I drunk of siren tears
Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still loving when I saw myself to win?
(William Shakespeare, Sonnet 119)