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CX.
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,
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.
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.
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