Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 110
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110Alas 'tis true, I haue gone here and there,And made my selfe a motley to the view,Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most deare,Made old offences of affections new.Most true it is, that I haue lookt on truthAsconce and strangely: But by all aboue,These blenches gaue my heart an other youth,And worse essaies prou'd thee my best of loue,Now all is done, haue what shall haue no end,Mine appetite I neuer more will grin'deOn newer proofe, to trie an older friend,A God in loue, to whom I am confin'd. Then giue me welcome, next my heauen the best,Euen to thy pure and most most louing brest,