Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those lips that love's own hand did make

Those lips that love's own hand did makeBreath'd forth the sound that said, "I hate,"To me that languish't 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 doomAnd taught it thus anew to greet."I hate," she alter'd with an endThat follow'd it as gentle dayDoth follow night, who like a fiendFrom heav'n to hell is flown away. "I hate" from "hate" away she threw And sav'd my life saying, "not you."