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,
Join with the of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an
Ah, do not, my heart hath 'scoped this sorrow,
in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy a rainy morrow,
To linger out a overthrow.
If thou leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty have done their spite
But in the come; so shall I taste
At first the worst of fortune's might,
And other strains of woe, which now woe,
Compared loss of thee will not seem so.