William Shakespeare. 1564–1616

Sonnet CX.

“Alas! ’tis true I have gone here and there”

ALAS! ’tis true I have gone here and there  
And made myself a motley to the view,  
Gor’d mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,  
Made old offences of affections new;  
Most true it is that I have look’d on truth    5
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,  
These blenches gave my heart another youth,  
And worse essays prov’d thee my best of love.  
Now all is done, save what shall have no end:  
Mine appetite I never more will grind   10
On newer proof, to try an older friend,  
A god in love, to whom I am confin’d.  
  Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,  
  Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.