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Those lips that Love’s own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate",
To me that languished 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 altered with an end,
That followed 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".