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| Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all, | 1 |
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| Wherein I should your great deserts repay, |
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| Forgot upon your dearest love to call, |
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| Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day; |
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| That I have frequent been with unknown minds, | 5 |
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| And given to time your own dear-purchas'd right; |
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| That I have hoisted sail to all the winds |
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| Which should transport me farthest from your sight. |
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| Book both my wilfulness and errors down, |
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| And on just proof surmise, accumulate; | 10 |
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| Bring me within the level of your frown, |
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| But shoot not at me in your waken'd hate; |
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 Since my appeal says I did strive to prove |
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| The constancy and virtue of your love. |
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