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CXLV.
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.'
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