- 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.