| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Fidessa | | Sonnet XI. Winged with sad woes, why doth fair Zephyr blow | | Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602) |
| | | WINGED with sad woes, why doth fair ZEPHYR blow | |
| Upon my face (the map of discontent)? | |
| Is it to have the weeds of sorrow grow | |
| So long and thick, that they will ne’er be spent? | |
| “No, fondling! No! It is to cool the fire | 5 |
| Which hot Desire within thy breast hath made. | |
| Check him but once, and he will soon retire!” | |
| O but he sorrows brought which cannot fade. | |
| “The sorrows that he brought, he took from thee, | |
| Which fair FIDESSA span, and thou must wear! | 10 |
| Yet hath she nothing done of cruelty, | |
| By (for her sake) to try what thou wilt bear!” | |
| Come, sorrows! come! You are to me assigned! | |
| I’ll bear you all! It is FIDESSA’s mind! | | | | |
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