Sonnet XXVIII. What cruel star, or fate, had dominion

William Smith (fl. 1596)

WHAT cruel star, or fate, had dominion

When I was born? that thus my love is crossed.

Or from what planet had I derivation?

That thus my life in seas of woe is crossed.

Doth any live that ever hath such hap,

That all their actions are of none effect?

Whom Fortune never dandled in her lap;

But, as an abject, still doth me reject.

Ah, fickle Dame! and yet thou constant art

My daily grief and anguish to increase!

And to augment the troubles of my heart;

Thou, of these bonds will never me release!

So that thy darlings, me to be may know,

The true Idea of all Worldly Woe.