Sonnet 145
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'd alter'd with an end,
That follow'd it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is thrown away;
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And saved my life saying, 'not you'.
I had to memorize this sonnet in 7th grade and I STILL remember it! Just thinking about Shakespeare because Tom has been talking about him. I love love love this sonnet. I love how "Love" is the only thing capitalized besides the first word in each line.