Sonnet Cx

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.

by William Shakespeare

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Continues the subject of the preceding Sonnet 109 [see box below]. The poet confesses that he had been in error, and that he had formed new acquaintance. But thus he had been led to prize still more highly his older friend, Mr. W. H. The experience he thus had was sufficient, and he was determined never again to indulge in similar wandering.
and here is.. ..SONNET 109 O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify! As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: That is my home of love: if I have rang'd, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchang'd - , So that myself bring water for my stain. Never believe, though in my nature reign'd All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, That it could so preposterously be stain'd, To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.
............beautiful poem ★ And worse essays proved thee my best of love.
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