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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-purchased 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.
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