sonnet 129

Hats off to the man... I mean,
Even this becomes poetic under him!


The expence of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust, in action, and till action, lust
Is perjurd, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreame, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyd no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad:
Mad in pursut, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreame,
A bliss in proof, and proved a very woe,
Before, a joy propos'd, behind, a dreame,
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well;
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

- William Shakespeare