Shakespeare's Sonnet 110

Alas! ’tis true, I have gone here and there,And made my self 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 truthAskance 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, save 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 heaven the best,Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.

Sadly, it is true: I have wandered here and there and made myself look like a fool, wounded my own thoughts, sold cheaply what I value most, and turned new loves into the same old offenses. It is very true that I have treated truth like a stranger and looked away from it. But I swear by everything above us, these departures gave my heart a new youth, and those worse experiences proved that you are the best of all my loves. Now everything is over except what will never end. I will never again sharpen my appetite with new experiments to test an old friend, a god of love to whom I am bound. Then welcome me into your pure and deeply, deeply loving heart—you who are the best thing next to heaven.