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

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