| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Fidessa | | Sonnet XII. O if my heavenly sighs must prove annoy | | Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602) |
| | | O IF my heavenly sighs must prove annoy | |
| (Which are the sweetest music to my heart), | |
| Let it suffice, I count them as my joy! | |
| Sweet bitter joy, and pleasant painful smart! | |
| For when my breast is clogged with thousand cares, | 5 |
| That my poor loaded heart is like to break; | |
| Then every sigh doth question “How it fares?” | |
| Seeming to add their strength, which makes me weak. | |
| Yet, for they friendly are, I entertain them; | |
| And they too well are pleasèd with their host. | 10 |
| But I, had not FIDESSA been, ere now, had slain them! | |
| It’s for her cause they live! in her, they boast! | |
| They promise help, but when they see her face; | |
| They fainting, yield! and dare not sue for grace! | | | | |
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