Shakespeare's Sonnet 114

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 indigestSuch 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 sinThat mine eye loves it and doth first begin.

Or does my mind, crowned with you, drink in flattery, that curse of monarchs? Or should I say that my eyes speak the truth, and that your love has taught them the magic of turning monsters and shapeless things into angels resembling your lovely self, making everything bad perfectly good as quickly as objects come into view? No, it is the first: my sight is flattering me, and my proud mind drinks it in like a king. My eyes know well what suits its taste and prepare the cup to please its palate. If the drink is poisoned, their fault is less because my eyes love it too and drink it first.