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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">SONNET 145<br>Those lips that Love's own hand did make<br>Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate,'<br>To me that languish'd for her sake:<br>But when she saw my woeful state,<br>Straight in her heart did mercy come,<br>Chiding that tongue that ever sweet<br>Was used in giving gentle doom,<br>And taught it thus anew to greet:<br>'I hate' she alter'd with an end,<br>That follow'd it as gentle day<br>Doth follow night, who like a fiend<br>From heaven to hell is flown away;<br> 'I hate' from hate away she threw,<br> And saved my life, saying -- 'not you.'<br></p><p data-flag="normal" style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;"><span><b>作者介绍</b>：William Shakespeare（威廉·莎士比亚），1564-1616，<span>英国文学史上最杰出的...