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Shakespeare's Sonnets

Sonnet 145

145

Those lips that Love’s own hand did make

Breath’d forth the sound that said  “I hate”

To me that languish’d for her sake;

But when she saw my woeful state,

Straight in her heart did mercy come,

Chiding that tongue that, ever sweet,

Was us’d in giving gentle doom,

And taught it thus anew to greet:

“I hate” she alter’d with an end

That follow’d it as gentle day

Doth follow night, who like a fiend

From heaven to hell is flown away:

’I hate’ from hate away she threw,

And sav’d my life, saying “not you.”

 

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