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Shakespeare's 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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