| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Fidessa | | Sonnet LI. Work! work apace, you blessed Sisters three! | | Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602) |
| | | WORK! work apace, you blessed Sisters three! | |
| In restless twining of my fatal thread. | |
| O let your nimble hands at once agree, | |
| To weave it out, and cut it off with speed! | |
| Then shall my vexèd and tormented ghost | 5 |
| Have quiet passage to the Elysian rest! | |
| And sweetly over Death and Fortune boast, | |
| In everlasting triumphs with the blest! | |
| But, ah, (too well I know!) you have conspired | |
| A lingering death for him that loatheth life; | 10 |
| As if with woes he never could be tired. | |
| For this, you hide your all-dividing knife. | |
| One comfort yet, the heavens have assigned me; | |
| That I must die, and leave my griefs behind me. | | | | |
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