Sonnet · Love
Sonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you
Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd 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 poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
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“Sonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you” by William Shakespeare — quilloak.com/poems/sonnet-114
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- Poem
- Sonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you
- Poet
- William Shakespeare
- Length
- 14 lines
- Form
- Sonnet
- Themes
- Love
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- 14 lines · one 14-line stanza
- Line length
- Lines run 10-11 syllables (median 10), consistent with pentameter. No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- William Shakespeare1564–1616
- Source record
- PoetryDBSonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you by william-shakespeare, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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