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The Sonnets (Modern)
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2072O call not me to justify the wrong
2073That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
2074Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
2075Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
2076Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere; but in my sight,
2077Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside.
2078What need'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might
2079Is more than my o'erpressed defense can bide?
2080Let me excuse thee: ah, my love well knows
2081Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
2082And therefore from my face she turns my foes
2083That they elsewhere might dart their injuries.
2084 Yet do not so, but since I am near slain,
2085 Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain.
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2087Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press
2088My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain,
2089Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
2090The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
2091If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
2092Though not to love, yet love to tell me so,
2093As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
2094No news but health from their physicians know.
2095For if I should despair, I should grow mad,
2096And in my madness might speak ill of thee;
2097Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
2098Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.
2099 That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
2100 Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.
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2102In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
2103For they in thee a thousand errors note;
2104But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
2105Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.
2106Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,
2107Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,
2108Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
2109To any sensual feast with thee alone:
2110But my five wits, nor my five senses, can
2111Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
2112Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
2113Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be:
2114 Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
2115 That she that makes me sin, awards me pain.