[
  {
    "title": "Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press",
    "author": "William Shakespeare",
    "lines": [
      "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."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]