Fortune My Foe



Fortune, my foe, why dost thou frown on me?

And will my favours never greater be?

Wilt thou, I say, forever breed me 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.



Appeared in the Fitzwilliam Virginal Book (ca 1550-1620) in a

setting by Byrd. Referred to in Shakespeare (Merry Wives)

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