More shakes beer than Shakespeare

(I will be full of sunshine tomorrow as well.)

Shakespeare:

O, call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
Use power with power and slay me not by art.
Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?
Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain

Shakes Beer:

Don’t ignore me, it’s killing my broken heart

Talk to me baby, and not with that abandoned look

If it’s someone else, talk to me about it

Don’t just look away, talk to me

My love can’t bear it.

If you love someone else

But you have to tell me.

You beauty has been my enemy

There are so many others into you as well

If it’s another kill my love outright with looks and rid my pain

Love ya

Tom