[ar:Julian Bream]
[al:Two Loves]
[ti:'What Potions Have I Drunk' (Sonnet No.119)]
[tool:鐏噷鐨勬瓕璇嶆粴鍔ㄥК]
[00:00.028] What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
[00:04.542] Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
[00:09.058] Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,
[00:13.860] Still losing when I saw myself to win!
[00:17.817] What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
[00:21.913] Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
[00:25.314] How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted In the distraction of this madding fever!
[00:34.808] O, benefit of ill: now I find true
[00:40.379] That better is by evil still made better;
[00:44.882] And ruined love, when it is built anew,
[00:48.557] Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
[00:54.744] So I return rebuked to my content,
[00:59.733] And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.