Sonnet 140

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Sonnet 140

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Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain; Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express The manner of my pity-wanting pain If I might teach thee wit, better it were Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so; As testy sick men, when their deaths be near No news but health from their physicians know; For, if I should despair, I should grow mad And in my madness might speak ill of thee: Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad Mad slanderers by mad ears bеlieved be That I may not bе so, nor thou belied Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide

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  • William Shakespeare