Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed 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 used 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 saved my life, saying 'not you.'
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Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
ARIEL'S SONG (2), FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
AUBADE [OR, A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
FANCY, FR. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND] by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
IMAGINATION, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
LOVE DISSEMBLED, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
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