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

by; William Shakespeare

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