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Be wise | as thou | art cruel;| do not*| press
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My || tongue-tied pa|tience with
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Lest^sor|row lend | me words | and words |
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The man|ner of | my pit|y-want|ing pain.
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If I | might^teach | thee wit | better | it were,
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Though not | to love,| yet love | to tell | me
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As tes|ty sick | men, when | their deaths | be
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No news | but health | from their | physi|cians
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For, if | I should | despair, | I should | grow
mad,
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And in | my mad|ness might | speak ill of thee;
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Now* this / ill-wrest|ing world | is grown | so
bad,
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Mad sland/erers | by mad | ears believed be.
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That I | may not | be so,| nor thou | belied,
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Bear* thine | eyes^straight,| though thy / proud
heart | go wide.