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  • Artist Info: Sonnet 140:<br />
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    Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press <br />
    My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain; <br />
    Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express <br />
    The manner of my pity-wanting pain. <br />
    If I might teach thee wit, better it were, <br />
    Though not to love, yet, love to tell me so; <br />
    As testy sick men, when their deaths be near, <br />
    No news but health from their physicians know; <br />
    For, if I should despair, I should grow mad, <br />
    And in my madness might speak ill of thee; <br />
    Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad, <br />
    Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be. <br />
    That I may not be so, nor thou belied, <br />
    Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.    <br />
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    -Shakespeare
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