Sonnet 145 by W. Shakespeare

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 us'd 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.'

Sonnet 145 (Those lips that Love's own hand did make) from Sonnets by William Shakespeare.

Сонет 145 на английском языке. Автор Уильям Шекспир.

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