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: (5) ah, do not, when my heart has 'scaped this sorrow, come in the rearward of a conquered 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, (10) 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. (1609)