Those lips that Love�s own hand did make
Breath�d 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 us'd 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 sav�d my life, saying "not you."
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