Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CXLV

Sonnet CXLIV

Sonnet CXLVI

CXLV

 Those lips that Love's own hand did make, Breathed 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 followed 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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Sonnet CXLIV

Sonnet CXLVI