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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
 
Fidessa
Sonnet XLIX. My cruel fortunes, clouded with a frown
Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602)
 
MY cruel fortunes, clouded with a frown,
  Lurk in the bosom of eternal night;
My climbing thoughts are basely haulèd down!
  My best devices prove but after-sight.
Poor outcast of the world’s exilèd room,        5
  I live in wilderness of deep lament:
No hope reserved me, but a hopeless tomb,
  When fruitless life and fruitful woes are spent.
Shall PHŒBUS hinder little stars to shine,
  Or lofty cedar, mushrooms leave to grow?        10
Sure, mighty men at little ones repine,
  The rich is to the poor a common foe.
FIDESSA, seeing how the world doth go,
Joineth with Fortune, in my overthrow.
 
 
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