The Sonnets CXLV - Those lips that Loves own hand did make
By William Shakespeare
Those lips that Loves own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said I hate,
To me that languishd for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was usd in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet;
I hate she alterd 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 savd my life, saying not you.