My love is as a fever, burning still

Thanks to all that informed me that today is Talk Like Shakespeare Day. JP and I quoted the little we knew and then JP did a "rap" about Romeo & Juliet. I feel like I must record him doing that sometime...

So, in honor of the day, I give you a sonnet (#140, I believe):

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.

Willie, laying it down like a fool in love. Righteous.