Coil - Ii. Enochian Calling ,, (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 `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. 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.
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