Finite Bees Lyrics - The Angelic Conversation - Coil

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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