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Sonnet 117

          ,         ,         ,          ,       ,
      Accuse | me thus,| that I | have scant|ed all,
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      Wherein | I should | your great | deserts | repay,
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      Forgot | upon | your dear|est love | to call,
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      Whereto | all bonds | do tie | me day | by day,
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      That I | have fre|quent been | with un|known minds,
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      And given | to time | your own | dear*-purch|ased right,
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      That I | have hoist|ed sail | to all | the winds
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      Which should | transport | me farth|est from | your sight.
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      Book* both | my wil|fulness | and er|rors down,
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      And on just proof | surmise,| accum|ulate;
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      Bring me | within | the lev|el of | your frown,
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      But shoot | not^at | me in | your wak|ened hate;
             ,       ,         ,          ,          ,
      Since my | appeal | says^I | did strive | to prove
           ,       ,        ,       ,          ,
      The con|stancy | and vir|tue of | your love.

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