Sonnet 145

Lyrics
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 used 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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Credits
- Writers
- William Shakespeare