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-purchas'd right;That I have hoisted sail to all the windsWhich 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 waken'd hate;
Since my appeal says I did strive to proveThe constancy and virtue of your love.