Sonnet 117
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted
all
«William Shakespeare»
Accuse me thus, that I have scanted all,
Wherein I should your
great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your
dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do
tie me day by day,
That I have frequent
been with unknown minds,
And given to time
your own dear-purchased right,
That I have hoisted
sail to all the winds
Which should
transport me farthest from your sight.
Book both my
wilfulness and errors down,
And on just proof
surmise, accumulate,
Bring me within the
level of your frown,
But shoot not at me
in your wakened hate:
Since my appeal says
I did strive to prove
The constancy and
virtue of your love.
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