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

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