Sonnet 140

Shakespeare Sundays with Chop Bard by Ehren Ziegler

Mar 13, 202212:18Arts

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 no...

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