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 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.
Sonnet 110: Alas, 'tis True, I Have Gone Here And There
William Shakespeare
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Poem topics: friend, god, heart, heaven, never, truth, dear, pure, view, cheap, youth, true, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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