Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET: 90, by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE



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First Line: Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now
Last Line: Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.
Variant Title(s): The Spight Of Fortune


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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