Sonnet CXXIX

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 despisèd 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 in 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 heaven that leads men to this hell.