Fidessa by Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602). Seccombe and Arber, comps. 1904. Elizabethan Sonnets

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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Fidessa by Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602)

		Front Matter
	I.	Fidessa fair! long live a happy maiden!
	II.	How can that piercing crystal-painted eye
	III.	Venus, and young Adonis sitting by her
	IV.	Did you sometimes three German brethren see
	V.	Arraigned, poor captive at the Bar I stand
	VI.	Unhappy sentence! Worst of worst of pains
	VII.	Oft have mine Eyes, the Agents of mine Heart
	VIII.	Grief-urging Guest! great cause have I to plain me
	IX.	My spotless love, that never yet was tainted
	X.	Clip not, sweet Love, the wings of my Desire
	XI.	Winged with sad woes, why doth fair Zephyr blow
	XII.	O if my heavenly sighs must prove annoy
	XIII.	Compare me to the child that plays with fire!
	XIV.	When silent sleep had closèd up mine eyes
	XV.	Care-charmer Sleep! Sweet ease in restless misery!
	XVI.	For I have lovèd long, I crave reward!
	XVII.	Sweet stroke! (so might I thrive as I must praise)
	XVIII.	O, She must love my sorrows to assuage
	XIX.	My pain paints out my love in doleful Verse
	XX.	Great is the joy that no tongue can express!
	XXI.	He that will Cæsar be, or else not be
	XXII.	It was of love, ungentle gentle boy!
	XXIII.	Fly to her heart! Hover about her heart!
	XXIV.	Striving is past! Ah, I must sink and drown
	XXV.	Compare me to Pygmalion with his Image ’sotted!
	XXVI.	The silly bird that hastes unto the net
	XXVII.	Poor worm, poor silly worm, alas, poor beast!
	XXVIII.	Well may my soul, immortal and divine
	XXIX.	Earth! take this earth wherein my spirits languish!
	XXX.	Weep now no more, mine eyes; but be you drowned
	XXXI.	Tongue, never cease to sing Fidessa’s praise!
	XXXII.	Sore sick of late, Nature her due would have
	XXXIII.	He that would fain Fidessa’s image see
	XXXIV.	Fie, Pleasure! fie! Thou cloy’st me with delight
	XXXV.	I have not spent the April of my time
	XXXVI.	O let my heart, my body, and my tongue
	XXXVII.	Fair is my love that feeds among the lilies
	XXXVIII.	Was never eye did see my Mistress’s face
	XXXIX.	My Lady’s hair is threads of beaten gold
	XL.	Injurious Fates! to rob me of my bliss
	XLI.	The prison I am in is thy fair face!
	XLII.	When never-speaking silence proves a wonder
	XLIII.	Tell me of love, Sweet Love, who is thy sire?
	XLIV.	No choice of change can ever change my mind!
	XLV.	Mine eye bewrays the secrets of my heart
	XLVI.	So soon as peeping Lucifer, Aurora’s star
	XLVII.	I see, I hear, I feel, I know, I rue
	XLVIII.	“Murder! O murder!” I can cry no longer
	XLIX.	My cruel fortunes, clouded with a frown
	L.	When I the hooks of pleasure first devoured
	LI.	Work! work apace, you blessed Sisters three!
	LII.	It is some comfort to the wrongèd man
	LIII.	I was a King of sweet Content at least
	LIV.	If great Apollo offered as a dower
	LV.	O, no, I dare not! O, I may not speak!
	LVI.	Is Trust betrayed? Doth Kindness grow unkind?
	LVII.	Three playfellows (such Three were never seen
	LVIII.	O Beauty! Siren! kept with Circe’s rod!
	LIX.	Do I, unto a cruel tiger play
	LX.	O let me sigh, weep, wail, and cry no more
	LXI.	Fidessa’s worth in time begetteth praise
	LXII.	Most true that I must fair Fidessa love

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