text: Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
  And made myself 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, 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 confin'd.
  Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,
  Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.