Sonnet Cx

William Shakespeare

     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 look'd 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.

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