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Sonnet 110

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      Alas | 'tis true,| I have | gone here and there,
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      And made | my self | a mot|ley to | the view,
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      Gored mine^|own thoughts, sold | cheap what is | most^dear,
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      Made^old | offens|es of | affec|tions new;
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      Most^true | it is,| that I | have looked | on^truth
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      Askance | and strange|ly; but | by all | above,
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      These^blench|es gave | my heart | anoth|er youth,
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      And worse |*essays | proved thee | my best | of love.
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      Now all | is done,| have^what | shall have | no end:
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      Mine^ap|petite | I nev|er more | will grind
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      On new|er proof,| to try | an old|er friend,
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      A god | in love,| to whom | I am | confined.
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      Then give | me wel|come, next | my heaven | the best,
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      Even to thy | pure and | most most lov|ing breast.

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