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On this day: June 12th
Random Poem of the Day
Sonnet 145
1Those lips that love's own hand did make
3To me that languish't for her sake,
4But when she saw my woeful state,
5Straight in her heart did mercy come,
6Chiding that tongue that, ever sweet,
9"I hate," she alter'd with an end
10That follow'd it as gentle day
11Doth follow night, who like a fiend
Notes
2] hate] aspirated, sounded without the "h." Back to Line
7] doom] judgment. Back to Line
8] greet] salute. Back to Line
12] heav'n] heauen Q. Back to Line
13] "hate" away] Andrew Gurr suggests a pun on (Anne) "Hathaway," Shakespeare's wife. Back to Line
14] And] easily slurred in sounding to be "Anne" (Booth 501). "not you."] the "end" (line 9) with which she altered "I hate." Back to Line