%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A sweet Sonnet, wherein the Lover Exclaimeth against / Fortune, for the losse of his Ladyes favour, almost past hope to get again, and in the / end receives a comfortable answer and attains his desire,as may here appear. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/26/2011 30841

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R216137 1 Fortune my Foe UNKNOWN Fortune My Foe FOrtune my Foe why dost thou frown on me: / And will thy favour never better be? Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 193 A sweet Sonnet, wherein the Lover Exclaimeth against / Fortune, for the losse of his Ladyes favour, almost past hope to get again, and in the / end receives a comfortable answer and attains his desire,as may here appear. A sweet Sonnet, wherein the Lover Exclaimeth against Fortune, for the losse of his Ladyes favour, almost past hope to get again, and in the end receives a comfortable answer and attains his desire, as may here appear. A sweet Sonnet, wherein the Lover Exclaims against Fortune, for the loss of his Lady's favor, almost past hope to get again, and in the end receives a comfortable answer and attains his desire, as may here appear. ?-?

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The Lovers complaint for the losse of his Love. FOrtune my Foe why dost thou frown on me? And will thy favour never better be? Wilt thou I say for over bred my pain? And wilt thou not restore my joyes again? Fortune hath wrought my grief and great decay Fortune hath falsly stoln my Love away, My love and joy whose sight did make me glad, Such great misfortunes never Youngman had. Had Fortune took my treasure and my store, Fortune had never grievd me half so sore, But taking her whereon my heart did stay. Fortune thereby hath took my life away. Far worse then death my life I lead in wo, With bitter thoughts still tossed to and fro. O cruell chance thou breeder of my pain, Take life or else restore my love again. In vain I sigh in vain I wail and weep, In vain mine eies refrain from quiet sleep. In vain I shed my tears both night and day, In vain my sobs my sorrows do bewray. My love doth not my piteous plaint espie, Nor feels my love what griping grief I trie, Full well may I fals Fortunes deeds reprove Fortune that so unkindly keeps my love. Where should I seek or search my Love to find, When Fortune fleets and wavers as the wind, Sometimes aloft sometimes again below, Thus tottering Fortune totter-th too and fro, Then will I leave my love in Fortunes hands, My dearest Love in most unconstant bands, And onlie serve the sorrow due to me, Sorrow hereafter thou shalt my mistris be. And onlie joy that sometimes conquers Kings, Fortune thus rules on earth and earthly things, So that alone I live not in this wo, For manie more hath Fortune served so. No man alive can Fortunes spight withstand, By wisdome skill or mighty strength of hand. In midst of mirth she bringeth bitter moan, And wo to me that hath her hatred known If wisdomes eyes had but blind Fortune seen. Then had my Love my Love for ever been, Then love farewell though fortune conquer thee No Fortune frail shall ever conq[u]er me.
The Ladyes comfortable and pleasant Answer AH sillie Soul art thou so sore afraid, Mourn not my Dear nor be not so dismaid Fortune cannot with all her power nor skill, Enforce my heart to think thee any ill. Blame not thy chance nor envie not thy choice No cause thou hast to curse but to rejoyce. Fortune shall not thy joy and love deprive. If by my love it may remain alive. Receive therefore thy life again to thee Thy life and love shall not be lost by me And while thy heart upon thy life doth stay Fortune shall never steal the same away; Live thou in blisse and banish death to hell All carefull thoughts see thou from thee expell: As thou dost wish thy Love agrees to be, For proof thereof behold I come to thee: In vain therefore do neither wail nor weep, In vain therefore break not thy quiet sleep: Wast not in vain thy time in sorrow so: For why thy love delights to ease thy wo Full well thy love thy privie pangs doth see, And soon thy love will send to succour thee. Tho wel thou maist false Fortunes deeds reprove Yet cannot Fortune keep away thy love. Nor will thy love at Fortunes back abide, Whose fickle wheele doth often slip aside. And never think that Fortune beareth sway. If Vertue watch and will not her obey, Pluck up thy heart supprest with brinish tears, Torment thee not but take away thy fears. Thy Mistris mind brooks no unconstant bands, Much lesse to live in ruling fortunes hands. Though mightie Kings by Fortune get the soile Loosing thereby their travell and th[e]ir toile, Though Fortune be to them a cruell Foe, Fortune shall not make me to serve thee so, For Fortunes spight thou needst not care a pin For thou thereby shalt neither loose nor win, If faithfull love and favour I do find My recompence shall not remain behind, Die not in fear nor live not discontent, Be thou not slain where never blood was meant, Revive again to faint thou hast no need. The lesse afraid the better thou shalt speed,