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.