Shakespeare Sonnet-117 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 wakend hate; Since my appeal says I did strive to prove The constancy and virtue of your love. (#Sonnet is a poem that has 14 lines, each containing 10 syllables, and a fixed pattern of rhyme)
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 02:40:47 +0000