Shakespeare's Sonnets: Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there

Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and thereAnd made my self a motley to the view,Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,Made old offences of affections new.Most true it is, that I have lookt on truthAskance and strangely, but by all aboveThese blenches gave my heart an other 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 grindOn newer proof, to try an older friend,A god in love, to whom I am confin'd. Then give me welcome, next my heav'n the best, Ev'n to thy pure and most most loving breast.