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Walter Raleigh - Farewell to the Court
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Like truthless dreams, so are my joys expir`d, 
And past return are all my dandled days; 
My love misled, and fancy quite retir`d— 
Of all which pass`d the sorrow only stays. 

My lost delights, now clean from sight of land, 
Have left me all alone in unknown ways; 
My mind to woe, my life in fortune`s hand— 
Of all which pass`d the sorrow only stays. 

As in a country strange, without companion, 
I only wail the wrong of death`s delays, 
Whose sweet spring spent, whose summer well-nigh done— 
Of all which pass`d only the sorrow stays. 

Whom care forewarns, ere age and winter cold, 
To haste me hence to find my fortune`s fold.
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