Sonnet 117. Accuse me thus, that I have scanted all

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.