letra de sonnet 139 - the marlowe society
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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 lov’st 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
k!ll me outright with looks, and rid my pain
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