Shakespeare Sonnet 110: Alas, ’tis true, I have gone here and there

Shakespeare Sonnet 110

Alas, ’tis true, I have gone here and there

And made myself a motley to the view,

Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,

Made old offenses of affections new.                                             4


Most true it is that I have looked on truth

Askance and strangely; but by all above,

These blenches gave my heart another youth,

And worse essays proved thee my best of love.                           8


Now all is done, have what shall have no end.

Mine appetite I never more will grind

On newer proof, to try an older friend,

A god in love, to whom I am confined.                                        12


Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,

Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.


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