Saturday morning

The rare sunny day  J  And the leisure to enjoy it!  Today’s first sonnet:

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CX

  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 truth

  Askance 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 grind

  On 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.

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The antonym pairs in lines 3 and 4 alert me to an unusually early turn:  The but in line 6 is already a volta.  Another antonym pair in line 8 precedes the volta save in the Petrarchan position.  Finally, a fourth antonym pair in line 11 sets up the Shakespearean volta then at the beginning of the closing couplet.  More in the afternoon—