Sign in or 
Share this
trial page
| 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. |
mgil |
Latest page update: made by mgil
, Apr 19 2007, 8:30 AM EDT
(about this update
About This Update
Edited by mgil
2 words added 1 word deleted view changes - complete history) |
|
Keyword tags:
None
More Info: links to this page
|
There are no threads for this page.
Be the first to start a new thread.
