Sonnet 145

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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".

Beautiful Quotes - Shakespeare editionOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora