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 lov'st 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'erpressed defence 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 /> Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-139-o-call-not-me-to-justify-the-wrong/
