Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXVII

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

CXVII

 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 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 waken'd hate;   Since my appeal says I did strive to prove   The constancy and virtue of your love. 
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