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

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