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 saved my life saying not you.
