1 Those lips that Love's own hand did make
2 Breath'd forth the sound that said 'I hate'
3 To me that languish'd for her sake;
4 But when she saw my woeful state,
5 Straight in her heart did mercy come,
6 Chiding that tongue that, ever sweet,
7 Was us'd in giving gentle doom,
8 And taught it thus anew to greet:
9 'I hate' she alter'd with an end
10 That follow'd it as gentle day
11 Doth follow night, who like a fiend
12 From heaven to hell is flown away:
13 'I hate' from hate away she threw,
14 And sav'd my life, saying 'not you.'