Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there, <br />And made myself a motley to the view, <br />Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, <br />Made old offences of affections new. <br />Most true it is that I have looked on truth <br />Askance and strangely. But, by all above, <br />These blenches gave my heart another youth, <br />And worse essays proved thee my best of love. <br />Now all is done, have what shall have no end, <br />Mine appetite I never more will grind <br />On newer proof, to try an older friend, <br />A god in love, to whom I am confined. <br /> Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, <br /> Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-110-alas-tis-true-i-have-gone-here-and-th/
