Sonnet 117

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted allWherein 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 mindsAnd given to time your own dear-purchased rightThat I have hoisted sail to all the windsWhich should transport me farthest from your sight.Book both my wilfulness and errors downAnd 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.
I'm guilty as charged. I admit tomy dalliance, 'twas but a quick screw.I appeal and I prayyou'll grant me a stay:acquit me because I can't quit you.