Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there <br /> And made myself a motley to the view, <br /> Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, <br /> Made old offences of affections new. <br /> Most true it is that I have look'd on truth <br /> Askance and strangely: but, by all above, <br /> These blenches gave my heart another youth, <br /> And worse essays prov'd 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 confin'd. <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/sonnets-cx-alas-tis-true-i-have-gone-here-and-th/
