Volta project, part 119

This evening’s sonnet:

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CXIX

  What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,

  Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,

  Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,

  Still losing 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 been fitted,

  In the distraction of this madding fever!

  O benefit of ill! now I find true

  That better is, by evil still made better;

  And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,

  Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

    So I return rebuk'd to my content,

    And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.

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Starts off with 8½ lines of non-falsifiables!  J  capped with the first volta (the now in line 9).  The so is the Shakespearean position is a second volta, and the turn is completed at the Math (thrice more) in the final line.  More tomorrow—