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Sonnet 145


Those lips that Love's own hand did make
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Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
To me that languished for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
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Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she altered with an end
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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,
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  And saved my life, saying 'not you.'







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