Mistress Fitton



         Those lips that loves own hand did make,
         Breathed forth the sound that said I hate,
         To me that languished for her sake:
         But when she saw my woeful state,
         Straight in her heart did mercy come,
         Chiding that tongue that ever sweet,
         Was used in giving gentle doom:
         And taught it thus anew to greet:
         I hate she altered with an end,
         That follow'd 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 saved my life saying not you.

Note the repetition of the following words, we find-hate
hate, hate, hate, gentle, gentle, away, away, follow, follow.

Here Bacon tells Mistress Fitton that her lips had told him
that she hated him who languished (pined for her sake) but when she saw his woeful (miserable) state chid (rebuked) her tongue which had given him doom (judgement) and taught her tongue to say that she really did not hate him and so saved his life.

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