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SONNET NO.119

 


What potions have I drunk of siren tears,
Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes andhopes to fears
Still losing when I saw my self to win.
What wretched errors hath my heart committed
Whilst it hath though 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 ills thrice more than I have spent.




The first five lines of this sonnet shows that it was not written by Will Shakspere.  Bacon speaks of the errors he has committed but says that good comes out of evil and that he is now content to continue his efforts for the good of his fellow men and future ages.

You will remember that Bacon wrote,"Since I have lost much time with this age, I would be glad that God shall give me leave to recover it with posterity." Also, that after his fall he wrote to Buckingham, "I am now in purgatory but my mind is in a calm for my fortune is not my felicity-I know I have clean hands and a clean heart".


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