Shakespeare's Sonnets (1883)/Sonnet 117

by William Shakespeare

For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 117 (Shakespeare).

CXVII.

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.