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<p data-flag="normal" style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;"><span>SONNET 139</span></p><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">O, call not me to justify the wrong<br>That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;<br>Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;<br>Use power with power and slay me not by art.<br>Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,<br>Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:<br>What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might<br>Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?<br>Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows<br>Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,<br>And therefore from my face she turns my foes,<br>That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:<br> Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,<br...