Sonnet 145

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."

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Sonnet 145 is an episode from Shakespeare Sundays with Chop Bard by Ehren Ziegler.

This episode is 11:05 long.

This episode was published on May 8, 2022.

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