Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 140
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 140 (Shakespeare).
140BE wise as thou art cruell, do not presseMy toung-tide patience with too much disdaine:Least sorrow lend me words and words expresse,The manner of my pittie wanting paine.If I might teach thee witte better it weare,Though not to loue, yet loue to tell me so,As testie sick-men when their deaths be neere,No newes but health from their Phisitions know.For if I should dispaire I should grow madde,And in my madnesse might speake ill of thee,Now this ill wrefting world is growne so bad,Madde slanderers by madde eares beleeued be.That I may not be so, nor thou be lyde,Beare thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart goe wide.