Sonnet 110

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; 4Most true it is that I have look'd on truthAskance and strangely; but, by all above,These blenches gave my heart another youth,And worse essays prov'd thee my best of love. 8Now all is done, have what shall have no end:Mine appetite I never more will grindOn newer proof, to try an older friend,A god in love, to whom I am confin'd. 12Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.

1, 2 Cf. n.2 motley: jester3 Gor'd: wounded4 Made old . . . new: offended in forsaking old friends for new7 blenches: inconstanciesgave . . . youth: brought me back to youthful love8 worse essays: trials of the worse9 have what . . . end: take my unending love10 grind: whet