SONNET NO. 117
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Where to 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
The constancy and virtue of your love.
Note the repetition of the following, we find-your great
deserts, your dearest love, your own dear purchased right, your sight, your frown, your waken'd hate, your love.
Here Bacon at his interview with King James tells the King that he has been accused of scanting (slighting or neglecting) the King's wishes-forgotten his love and the bonds (as Lord Chancellor) which tie him-frequented with other people and forgotten the King's right to do as he pleased as head of the state-and taken steps to desert the King-tells the King to make a note of (book) his wilfulness and mistakes and if there is just proof to surmise (suspect) but not to hate him as his
appeal (to the House of Lords) shows that he did strive to prove
the constancy and virtue of the King's love.