Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah! do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow
Come in the rearward of a conquered woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow
To linger out a purposed overthrow
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last
When other petty griefs have done their spite
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah! do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow
Come in the rearward of a conquered woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow
To linger out a purposed overthrow
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last
When other petty griefs have done their spite
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so
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