| 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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