William Shakespeare



                   Sonnet 117


                   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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