Those lips that Love's own hand did make <br />Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate" <br />To me that languished for her sake; <br />But when she saw my woeful state, <br />Straight in her heart did mercy come, <br />Chiding that tongue that ever sweet <br />Was used in giving gentle doom, <br />And taught it thus anew to greet: <br />"I hate" she altered with an end, <br />That followed it as gentle day <br />Doth follow night, who like a fiend <br />From heaven to hell is flown away. <br /> "I hate" from hate away she threw, <br /> And saved my life, saying "not you."<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-145-those-lips-that-love-s-own-hand-did-m/
