THOSE lips that Loves
own hand did make |
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Breathd forth the sound that said I
hate, |
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To me that languishd for her sake: |
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But when she saw my woeful state, |
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Straight in her heart did mercy come, |
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Chiding that tongue that ever sweet |
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Was usd in giving gentle doom; |
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And taught it thus anew to greet; |
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I hate, she alterd with
an end, |
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That followd it as gentle day |
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Doth follow night, who like a fiend |
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From heaven to hell is flown away. |
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I hate from hate
away she threw, |
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And savd my life, sayingNot
you. |
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