Sonnet · Love
Sonnet 110: Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there
1Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there,
2And made my self a motley to the view,
3Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
4Made old offences of affections new;
5Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth
6Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
7These blenches gave my heart another youth,
8And worse essays prov'd thee my best of love.
9Now all is done, save what shall have no end:
10Mine appetite I never more will grind
11On newer proof, to try an older friend,
12A god in love, to whom I am confin'd.
13 Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,
14 Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.
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“Sonnet 110: Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there” by William Shakespeare — quilloak.com/poems/sonnet-110
Quick facts
- Poem
- Sonnet 110: Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there
- Poet
- William Shakespeare
- Length
- 14 lines
- Form
- Sonnet
- Themes
- Love, Sad, Peace
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- Shape
- 14 lines · one 14-line stanza
- Line length
- Mostly 10-syllable lines (pentameter length).
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- Author record
- William Shakespeare1564–1616
- Source record
- PoetryDBSonnet 110: Alas! 'tis true, I have gone here and there by william-shakespeare, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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- Text fingerprint
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- Editorial handling
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