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 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.'
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