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Samuel Daniel - Sonnet XXXIV: The Star of My Mishap
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The star of my mishap impos`d this paining, 
To spend the April of my years in wailing 
That never found my fortune but in waning, 
With still fresh cares my present woes assailing. 
Yet her I blame not, though she might have blest me, 
But my desire`s wings, so high aspiring, 
Now melted with the sun that hath possess`d me, 
Down do I fall from off my high desiring, 
And in my fall do cry for speedy speedy. 
No pitying eye looks back upon my mourning, 
No help I find when now most favor need I; 
Th`ocean of my tears must drown me burning. 
And this my death shall christen her anew, 
And give the cruel Fair her title do.
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