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,
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!

by William Shakespeare

Comments (7)

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 Beautiful poem.
He transcends time and space with his writings- -I wonder if he had any idea that he would have such renown...
Great work from a great poet........
Woe and loss are well used to write this sonnet by Shakespeare based on his life experience in the world!
Simply superb poem penned by a great soul and equally great poet. Thanks for sharing.
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