Alas, Fortune, what aileth thee Thus evermore to torment me? Although that I unworthy be Thou wilt not change. Fainest when I would obtain, Then thou hast me still in disdain. Wilt thou thus still increase my pain And wilt not change? Alas! doth this not thee suffice? What proof yet canst thou more devise Than still to torment me in this wise And yet not change? What should I more to thee now say? Some hope in me doth rest alway, Yet, bound to thee, I do obey. When wilt thou change? Seeing there is no remedy, I will thee suffer patiently, Sure in trust at last, perdie, That thou wilt change. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYERS by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY TITUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE SONNET OF HIS LADY IN HEAVEN by JACOPO DA LENTINO AVE MARIA GRATIA PLENA by OSCAR WILDE JAY A-PASS'D by WILLIAM BARNES ON THE VIRGINITY OF THE VIRGIN MARY AND JOHANNA SOUTHCOTT by WILLIAM BLAKE |