Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 145
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 145 (Shakespeare).
145Those 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 fiendFrom heauen to hell is flowne away.I hate, from hate away she threw,And sau'd my life saying not you.