William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Cxxxix - Poem by William Shakespeare

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


Comments about Sonnet Cxxxix by William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 10:18:00 AM)

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  • Gold Star - 23,139 Points * Sunprincess * (11/18/2013 9:36:00 PM)

    wish I could write lines like these...
    `Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
    Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain. ~ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

Poem Edited: Friday, May 18, 2001


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