English poem
Sonnet 117: 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.
More by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 112: Your love and pity doth the impression fill
- Sonnet 113: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
- Sonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you
- Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds
- Sonnet 118: Like as, to make our appetite more keen
- Sonnet 119: What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
- Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
- Sonnet 120: That you were once unkind befriends me now