%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A sweet Sonnet, wherein the Lover exclaimeth against / Fortune for the loss of his Ladies Favour, almost past hope to get it 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 English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/02/2014 33202

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R184812 1 Fortune my Foe Fortune my Foe Fortune my Foe FOrtune my Foe why dost thou frown on me? / And will thy favours never better he? Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 398 A sweet Sonnet, wherein the Lover exclaimeth against / Fortune for the loss of his Ladies Favour, almost past hope to get it 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 loss of his Ladies Favour, almost past hope to get it 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 loss of his Lady's Favor, almost past hope to get it again, and in the end receives a comfortable answer, and attains his desire, as may here appear. ?-? W. Thackeray, I.M. and A.M.

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The Lovers Complaint for the loss of his Love. FOrtune my Foe why dost thou frown on me? And will thy favours never better he? Wilt thou I say forever breed my pain, And wilt thou not restore my joys again. Fortune hath wrought my grief & great annoy, Fortune hath falsly stoln my Love away, My love and joy whose sight did make me glad, Such great misfortunes never young man had. Had Fortune took my treasure and my store, Fortune had never griev'd me half so sore, But taking her whereon my heart did stay, Fortune thereby hath took my life away. Far worse than death my life I lead in woe, With b[i]tter thoughts still tossed too and fro, O cruel 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 eyes refrain from quiet sleep, In vain I shed my tears both night and day, In vain my love my sorrows do bewray. My love doth not my piteous plaint espy, Nor feels my love what griping grief I try: Full well may I false 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 tottereth too and fro. Then will I leave my love in fortunes hands, My dearest love in most unconstant bands, And only serve the sorrows due to me, Sorrow hereafter thou shalt my Mistriss be. And only joy, that sometimes conquers Kings, Fortune that rules on earth, & earthly things, So that alone I live not in this wo, For many more hath fortune served so. No man alive can fortunes spight withstand, With wisdom, skill, or mighty strength of hand In midst of mirth she bringeth bitter moan, And woe to me that hath her hatred known. If wisdoms eyes blind fortune had but seen, Then had my Love, my Love, for ever been: Then love farewel, though fortune favour thee, No fortune frail shall ever conquer me.
The Ladies Comfortable and pleasant Answer. AH silly soul, art thou so sore afraid? Mourn not my dear, nor be not so dismaid, Fortune cannot with all her power and skill, Enforce my heart to think thee any ill. Blame not thy chance, nor envy at 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 do stay, Fortune shall never steal the same away. Live thou in bliss, and banish death to Hell, All careful thoughts see thou from thee expel; As thou doth wish, thy love agrees to be, For proof whereof behold I come to thee. In vain therefore do neither wail nor weep, In vain therefore break not thy quiet sleep, Waste not in vain thy time in sorrow so, For why thy love delights to ease thy woe. Full well thy love thy privy pangs doth see, And soon thy love will send to succour thee, tho well thou mayst false fortunes deeds reprove Yet cannot fortune keep away thy love. Nor will thy love on fortunes back abide, Whose fickle wheel 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 me not, but take away thy fears; Thy Mistriss mind brooks no unconstant bands Much less to live in ruling fortunes hands. Though mighty Kings by fortune get the soil, Loosing thereby their travel and their toyl; Though fortune be to them a cruel foe, Fortune shall not make me to serve thee so. For fortunes spight thou needst not care a pin, For thou thereby shall never loose nor win; If faithful love and favour I do find, My recompence shall not remain behind. Die not in fear, nor live in discontent, Be thou not slain, where never blood was meant, Revive again, to faint thou hast no need, The less afraid, the better thou shalt speed.