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."
I think Shakespeare was very serious when he wrote that Anne saved his life. I don’t think it was just a bit of poetry. And a love like that would have been so important to Shakespeare, that he would never have abandoned her, or sought another woman.
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