The Poetry Corner

The Sonnets CX - Alas! tis true, I have gone here and there

By William Shakespeare

Alas! tis true, I have gone here and there, And made my self a motley to the view, Gord mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new; Most true it is, that I have lookd on truth Askance and strangely; but, by all above, These blenches gave my heart another youth, And worse essays provd thee my best of love. Now all is done, save 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 confind. Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.