Sonnet 140. be wise as thou art cruel, do not press

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.