Treasure Island

William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love's own hand did make


Those lips that Love's own hand did make
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,
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,
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 saved my life, saying "not you."

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Egal Bohen (2/25/2008 6:38:00 PM)

    So truly, truth from truth was born
    As vision asked the need to scorn
    The moment when she saw such pain
    Anticipated words, their love to maim (Report) Reply

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