The constancy and virtue of your love

　
　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