English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 132. One Hundred and Tenth Sonnet |
| | | William Shakespeare (1564–1616) |
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| ALAS, ’tis true I have gone here and there | |
| And made myself a motley to the view, | |
| Gor’d 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 | 5 |
| Askance and strangely: but, by all above, | |
| These blenches gave my heart another youth, | |
| And worse essays prov’d thee my best of love. | |
| Now all is done, have what shall have no end: | |
| Mine appetite I never more will grind | 10 |
| On newer proof, to try an older friend, | |
| A god in love, to whom I am confin’d. | |
| Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, | |
| Even to thy pure and most most loving breast. | |
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