CXVII.

Accufe 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 hoifted fail to all the winds

Which should transport me fartheft from your fight.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down,
And on juft proof furmise 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 conftancy and virtue of your love.

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CXVIII.

Like as, to make our appetites more keen,
With eager compounds we our palate urge;
As, to prevent our maladies unseen,

We ficken to shun sickness when we purge;

Even so, being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness, To bitter fauces did I frame my feeding;

And fick of welfare found a kind of meetness

To be diseased, ere that there was true needing.

Thus policy in love, to anticipate

The ills that were not, grew to faults affured, And brought to medicine a healthful state, Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cured:

But thence I learn, and find the lesson true,

Drugs poison him that fo fell fick of you.