Sonnet 139

　　O，call not me to justify the wrong

　　That thy unkindness lays upon my heart；

　　Wound me not with thine eye but with flay 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'erprest defence can bide？

　　Let me excuse thee：ah，my love well knows

　　Her pretty looks have been mi