CXVII. Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
        
          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.