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.