Shakespeares Sonnet 90 Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now

Many thanks to all my subscribers and followers. A reading by Octavia Selena Alexandru. Sonnet 90 by William Shakespeare 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 afterloss: Ah do not, when my heart hath 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, 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. Cinematography Editing: The Insane Artist Instagram: Personal Film Projects: TV, Film, Stage Credits: