Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Shakespeare. 15641616154. Sonnets x
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 ‘scaped this sorrow, | 5 |
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, | 10 |
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! |