| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Fidessa | | Sonnet LII. It is some comfort to the wrongèd man | | Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602) |
| | | IT is some comfort to the wrongèd man, | |
| The wronger, of injustice to upbraid. | |
| Justly myself, herein I comfort can, | |
| And justly call her “An ungrateful maid!” | |
| Thus am I pleased to rid myself of crime, | 5 |
| And stop the mouth of all-reporting fame; | |
| Counting my greatest cross, the loss of time, | |
| And all my private grief, her public shame. | |
| Ah, (but to speak the truth) hence are my cares, | |
| And in this comfort, all discomfort resteth; | 10 |
| My harms I cause (her scandal) unawares, | |
| Thus love procures the thing that love detesteth. | |
| For he that views the glasses of my smart | |
| Must needs report “She hath a flinty heart!” | | | | |
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