Luyện nghe bài hát Ii. Enochian Calling - (sonnet Xc)

Then me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is my deeds to cross,
with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scoped sorrow,
in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a overthrow.
If thou wilt me, do not leave me last,
other petty griefs have done their spite
But in the onset come; so shall I
At first the very of fortune's might,
And strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of will not seem so.