Jan
3
“be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
my tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
the manner of my pity-wanting pain.
if I might teach thee wit, better it were,
though not to love, yet, love to tell me so;
as testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
no news but health from their physicians know;
for, if I should despair, I should grow mad,
and in my madness might speak ill of thee;
now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.
that I may not be so, nor thou belied,
bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.” sonnet 140, shakespeare. because i was reading wyatt’s adorable, clever sonnets which are nonetheless beaten absolutely hollow in retrospect.
my tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
the manner of my pity-wanting pain.
if I might teach thee wit, better it were,
though not to love, yet, love to tell me so;
as testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
no news but health from their physicians know;
for, if I should despair, I should grow mad,
and in my madness might speak ill of thee;
now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.
that I may not be so, nor thou belied,
bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.” sonnet 140, shakespeare. because i was reading wyatt’s adorable, clever sonnets which are nonetheless beaten absolutely hollow in retrospect.
