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shakespeare-sonnets_110		shakespeare-sonnets_110			.txt	text/plain	129	12	101	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, Gor'd 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 prov'd thee my best of love. Now all is done, save 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 confin'd. Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.	./cache/shakespeare-sonnets_110.txt	./txt/shakespeare-sonnets_110.txt