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