1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 90 

1	Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now,
2	Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
3	Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
4	And do not drop in for an after-loss.
5	Ah do not, when my heart hath scaped this sorrow,
6	Come in the rearward of a conquered woe#
7	Give not a windy night a rainy morrow
8	To linger out a purposed overthrow.
9	If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
10	When other petty griefs have done their spite,
11	But in the onset come# so shall I taste
12	At first the very worst of fortune’s might,
13	And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
14	Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.