Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 145
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 145 (Shakespeare).
145
Those lips that Loues owne hand did make,
Breath'd forth the sound that said I hate,
To me that languish: for her sake:
But when she saw my wofull state,
Straight in her heart did mercie come,
Chiding that tongue that euer sweet,
Was vsde in giuing gentle dome:
And tought it thus a new to greete:
I hate she alterd with an end,
That follow'd as gentle day,
Doth follow night who like a fiend
From heauen to hell is flowne away.
I hate, from hate away she threw,
And sau'd my life saying not you.
Those lips that Loues owne hand did make,
Breath'd forth the sound that said I hate,
To me that languish: for her sake:
But when she saw my wofull state,
Straight in her heart did mercie come,
Chiding that tongue that euer sweet,
Was vsde in giuing gentle dome:
And tought it thus a new to greete:
I hate she alterd with an end,
That follow'd as gentle day,
Doth follow night who like a fiend
From heauen to hell is flowne away.
I hate, from hate away she threw,
And sau'd my life saying not you.