Любовь твоя отрава твердили люди мне. но это сладкий яд?

whether doth my mind being crowned 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?
О 'tis the first; 'tis flatt'ry 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 poisoned, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.

..твердили люди, сладким ядом напоив мою Любовь..

Котам это все равно)))