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 Us'D In Giving Gentle Doom; And Taught It Thus Anew To Greet; 'I Hate' She Alter'D 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 Sav'D My Life, Saying 'Not You'.