Sonnet 110

Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and thereAnd 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 truthAskance 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 grindOn 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.
And though I have been about slumming,my heart's never wandered. Becominganother's new boojust reminds me of you,when going as well as when coming.