Sonett...

...mõned read Shakespeare'ilt, üks mu lemmiksonette, ehkki kui ma õigesti mäletan, on see üks neist, mis ei pruugigi üldse kuuluda suurmeister hr Williami teoste hulka.

Sonnet nr 145
(eestikeelset mul paraku hetkel käepärast pole)

Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
To me that languisht 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 alter'd with an end,
That follow'd 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.'