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Shakespeare, William: CXXXIX. Sonnet

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CXXXIX. Sonnet (English)

O! Call me not to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart:
Wound me not with thine eye, but thy tongue:
Use power with power, and slay me not by art,

Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere: but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
What need'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might
Is more than my o'erpressed defence can bide?

Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been my enemies:
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:

   Yet do not so: but since I am near slain,
   Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain..

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PublisherOxquarry Books Ltd.
Source of the quotationthe amazing web site of Shakespeare's sonnets