Silvester!

Last sonnet of the year:

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CXVII

  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-purchas'd 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.

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Beautiful in its simplicity  J  The volta is the but at the beginning of the antepenultimate line, the turn continues with the since at the beginning of the following line, and is only completed with the last two words of the poem.  I’ll blog again in 2014  J