Those lips that Love's own hand did make <br />Breath'd forth the sound that said I hate <br />To me that languish'd 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 alter'd with an end <br />That follow'd 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 sav'd my life, saying 'not you'<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-145/
