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

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