Then hate my when thou wilt; if ever now
Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross
Join whis a spite of fortune make me bow
And do not drop in for and afterloss
Ah, do not when my heart scaped this surrow
Come in reroude a conquer'd
Give not a windy night and rainy morrow,
To linerout a pupersed over throu.
If so will live me, do not live my last,
When oter petty grifts has done the spite,
But in the oneset come; so shall I taste,
At first the very werst of fortunes meight,
And other straits of woe, which now seems woe
Comperid whis a loss of thie will not seem so!

Как нельзя лучше подходит под мое теперешнее состояние.