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Sonnet 139

 

          ,         ,       ,     ,         ,
      O call | not me | to jus|tify | the wrong,
            ,        ,         ,      ,         ,
      That thy | unkind|ness lays | upon | my heart,
        ,         ,                ,          ,           ,
      Wound me | not with | thine^eye | but with | thy tongue,
            x            x           ,        ,        ,
      Use power | with power,| and slay | me not | by art,
        ,    2         T     T   T          ,        ,
      Tell me thou | lovst elsewhere;| but in | my sight,
              ,          ,          ,            ,       ,
      Dear* heart | forbear | to glance | thine^eye | aside,
              ,            ,           ,         ,          ,
      What needst | thou wound | with cun|ning when | thy might
           ,               ,     ,          ,           ,
      Is more | than my / ore-pressed | defense | can bide?
       ,    2     ,          ,        T    T    T
      Let me ex|cuse thee,| ah my | love well knows
            ,       ,            ,          ,    ,
      Her pret|ty looks | have been | mine^en|emies,
            ,          ,         ,          ,          ,
      And there|fore from | my face | she turns | my foes,
             ,          ,             ,           ,     ,
      That they | elsewhere | might dart | their in|juries:
           ,        ,         ,        ,           ,
      Yet do | not so,| but since | I am | near* slain,
        ,            ,            ,          ,         ,
      Kill me | outright | with looks,| and rid | my pain.

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