Contemplation on Woe and Affection

what potions have i drunke of syren teares diftil'd from lymbecks foule as hell within,
applying feares to hopes, and hopes to feares,
still looling when i faw my felfe to win?
what wretched errors hath my heart committed,
whilst it hath thought it felfe fo bleffed never?
how have mine eies out of their Spheares benefitted
in the distractionof this madding feuer?
O benefit of ill, now i find true
that better is, evil still made better.
and ruin'd love when it is built anew
grows fairer then at first, more strong , far greater
so i returne rebukt to my content,
and gaine by ills thrife more then i have spent

What potions have I drunk of siren tears distilled from limbeck's foul as hell within,
applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
still looking when I saw myself to win?
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never?
How have mine eyes out of their spheres benefited
in the distraction of this madding fever?
O benefit of ill, now I find true
that better is, evil still made better.
And ruined love when it is built anew
grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater
so I return rebuked to my content,
and gain by ill's thrift more than I have spent