Shakespeare's Sonnets By William Shakespeare Sonnet 140

CXL

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 believed be.
      That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
      Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.

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