Fortune my foe

Fortune, my foe, why dost

thou frown on me?

And will thy favours never greater be?

Wilt thou, I say, forever

breed my pain?

And wilt thou ne’er

restore my joys again?

Fortune hath wrought me

grief and great annoy;

Fortune has falsely stole my love away.

My love and joy, whose

sight did make me glad;

Such great misfortunes

never young man had.