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Sonnet CX
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| Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there | 1
| And made myself a motley to the view, | 2
| Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, | 3
| Made old offences of affections new; | 4
| Most true it is that I have look'd on truth | 5
| Askance and strangely: but, by all above, | 6
| These blenches gave my heart another youth, | 7
| And worse essays proved thee my best of love. | 8
| Now all is done, have what shall have no end: | 9
| Mine appetite I never more will grind | 10
| On newer proof, to try an older friend, | 11
| A god in love, to whom I am confined. | 12
| Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, | 13
| Even to thy pure and most most loving breast. | 14
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