Ирина Епифанова, Cosmos Sound Club Sonnet 114 Eng

Or whether doth my mind, being crown\'d d with you,
Drink up the monarch\' s plague, this flattery?
Or whether shell 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 resembl,
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 kindly 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