Sonnet 148 if Old Bill Shakes’ Dark Lady had a Go After She Read His Sonnet 148

He Says He Cannot Trust His Eyes

Dear love, what truth has your fair pen misplaced?
If love has made your eyes fail as you say,
how can you trust your eyes at all? Disgraced,
you fling my heart, its beating pulp, away.
I was, until your mind and pen changed course,
your dark and lovely muse, believed you found
in me your one desire: a spark, a source.
But here you are! Your insults know no bounds!
How can it be that you can be so cruel,
and have your words so praised by other folk?
Your true eyes do not see me as a jewel?
Then have this tea. I hope you do not choke.
     O foulest Man, don’t take this as affront,
     but from now on you’ll need a different cunt.