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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHT'OOD FIRE by JOHN HENRY BONER DE GUSTIBUS' by ROBERT BROWNING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TO THE OBELISK DURING THE GREAT FROST, 1881 by MATHILDE BLIND TO A FRIEND DYING by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) GOD THE ONLY TRUE TEACHER by JOHN BYROM NEWS FROM NEWCASTLE; UPON THE COAL-PITS ABOUT NEWCASTLE-UPON-TYNE by JOHN CLEVELAND |