| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XI. O Come Quickly Sonnet: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now | | By William Shakespeare (15641616) |
| | | 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 scapd this sorrow, | 5 |
| Come in the rearward of a conquerd woe; | |
| Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, | |
| To linger out a purposd overthrow. | |
| If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, | |
| When other petty griefs have done their spite, | 10 |
| But in the onset come: so shall I taste | |
| At first the very worst of fortunes might; | |
| And other strains of woe, which now seem woe, | |
| Compard with loss of thee will not seem so. | | | | |
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