Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love’s own hand did make
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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.”
William Shakespeare
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Mark Chatterley
Thierry Heles
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The little Love-god lying once asleep
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
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Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep.
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In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn,
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In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
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Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience is
Love is too young to know what conscience is,
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Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
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