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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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