THE COSMO MAGAZINENovember 13, 2026
Art & Literature · Poetry

SONNET 119

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By: William Shakespeare

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!

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