Sonnet 139

Lyrics
O call not me to justify the wrong That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue; Use power with power, and slay me not by art Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere; but in my sight Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside: What need'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide? Let me excuse thee: ah, my love well knows Her pretty looks have been mine enemies; And therefore from my face she turns my foes That they elsewhere might dart their injuries: Yet do not so; but since I am near slain Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain
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Credits
- Writers
- William Shakespeare