#sonnetxc

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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE - SONNET XC

Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now

Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross,

Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,

And do not drop in for an after-loss:

Ah do not, when my heart hath scap'd this sorrow,

Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe.

Give not windy night a rainy morrow,

To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.

If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,

When other pretty griefs have done their spite,

But in the onset, so shall i taste

At first the very worst of fortune's might.

And other strains of woe, which now seem woe.

Compar'd with loss of thee, will not seem so.

                                                                 - WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE