Sonnet 110

Alas! 'tis true I have gone here and there

«William Shakespeare»

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

 And made my self a motley to the view,

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

 Made old offences of affections new.

 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.

 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.

 Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,

 Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.