| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Fidessa | | Sonnet XXXII. Sore sick of late, Nature her due would have | | Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602) |
| | | SORE sick of late, Nature her due would have, | |
| Great was my pain where still my mind did rest; | |
| No hope but heaven! no comfort but my grave, | |
| Which is of comforts both the last and least! | |
| But on a sudden, th’Almighty sent | 5 |
| Sweet ease to the distressed and comfortless, | |
| And gave me longer time for to repent; | |
| With health and strength, the foes of feebleness. | |
| Yet I my health no sooner ’gan recover, | |
| But my old thoughts, though full of cares, retained, | 10 |
| Made me, as erst, become a wretched lover | |
| Of her, that Love and lovers aye disdained. | |
| Then was my pain, with ease of pain increased, | |
| And I ne’er sick until my sickness ceased. | | | | |
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