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

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever,
Now, the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the of fortune, make me bow,
And do not in for an after-loss:
Ah, do not, my heart hath 'scoped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a woe;
Give not a windy a rainy morrow,
To out a purposed 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 very worst of might,
And strains of woe, which now seem woe,
with loss of thee will not seem so.