Those lips that Love's own hand did
Breath'd forth the sound that said I
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
Was used in giving gentle doom:
And taught it thus anew to greet:'I hate' she alter'd with an
That follow'd it as gentle
Doth follow night, who like a
From heaven to hell is flown away.'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And sav'd my life, saying 'not you'Believed to be Shakespeare oldest surviving poem.
