Sonnet CXXIX by William Shakespeare
Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action, and till action lust
Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so,
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme,
A bliss of proof, and proved, a very woe,
Before, a joy proposed, behind, a dream.
. All this the world well knows, yet none knows well
. To shun the heav’n that leads men to this hell.
This poem was selected by Russell J. (Adult Services Librarian)