Act I, Scene 110

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• Shakespeare. 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, 1530
  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. 1535
  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, 1540
  Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.