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Oh, Fortune!

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Oh, Fortune! how thy restlesse wavering state
Hath fraught with cares my troubled witt!
Witnes this present prisonn, whither fate
Could beare me, and the joys I quitt.
Thou causedest the guiltie to be losed
From bandes, wherein are innocents inclosed:
Causing the guiltles to be straite reserved,
And freeing those that death had well deserved.
But by her envie can be nothing wroughte,
So God send to my foes all they have thoughte.

signed - A. D. MDLV.
Elizabethe, Prisonner.
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* Sunprincess * 15 October 2015
.........wonderful poem with excellent diction ?
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Good poet. Thanks for sharing
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