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 wakened 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-117-accuse-me-thus-that-i-have-scanted-al/
