1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 110 

1	Alas, ’tis true, I have gone here and there
2	And made myself a motley to the view,
3	Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
4	Made old offences of affections new.
5	Most true it is that I have looked on truth
6	Askance and strangely. But, by all above,
7	These blenches gave my heart another youth,
8	And worse essays proved thee my best of love.
9	Now all is done, have what shall have no end#
10	Mine appetite I never more will grind
11	On newer proof to try an older friend,
12	A god in love, to whom I am confined.
13	Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,
14	Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.