Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
FidessaSonnet L. When I the hooks of pleasure first devoured
Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602)W
Which undigested, threaten now to choke me;
Fortune on me, her golden graces showered:
O then Delight did to delight provoke me!
Delight, false instrument of my decay!
Delight the nothing that doth all things move;
Made me first wander from the perfect way,
And fast entangled me in the snares of love.
Then my unhappy happiness, at first, began,
Happy in that I loved the fairest Fair;
Unhappily despised, a hapless man:
Thus Joy did triumph! Triumph did despair!
My conquest is, which shall the conquest gain?
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