Heart Engine - Sonnet XC | Текст песни

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• Heart Engine
• Sonnet XC

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 'scoped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross

If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite
But in the onset come; so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might,
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross

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