Shakespeare's Sonnets Navigator | Summary of Sonnet 140 in the Table of Contents | Notes for Sonnet 140 |
1 Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press 2 My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain, 3 Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express 4 The manner of my pity-wanting pain. 5 If I might teach thee wit, better it were, 6 Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so, 7 As testy sick men, when their deaths be near, 8 No news but health from their physicians know; 9 For if I should despair, I should grow mad, 10 And in my madness might speak ill of thee; 11 Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad, 12 Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be. 13 That I may not be so, nor thou belied, 14 Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide. |
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