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

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