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Sonnet CXXXIX
O, call not me to justify the wrong
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That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
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Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
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Use power with power and slay me not by art.
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Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,
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Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
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What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
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Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?
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Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
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Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
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And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
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That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
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Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
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Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.
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