1 Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
2 Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
3 Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
4 And do not drop in for an after-loss:
5 Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow,
6 Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
7 Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
8 To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.
9 If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
10 When other petty griefs have done their spite
11 But in the onset come; so shall I taste
12 At first the very worst of fortune's might,
13 And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
14 Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.
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