Alas ‘Tis True, I Have Gone Here And There
Alas!
’tis
true,
I
have
gone
here
and
there,
And
made
my
self
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
looked
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.
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,
Even
to
thy
pure
and
most
most
loving
breast.
