Sonnet 35

WHat cruell Star into this World me brought?
What gloomy day did dawn to give me light?
What unkind hand to nurse me (Orphane) sought,
And would not leave me in eternall night?
What thing so deare as I hath essence bought?
The Elements dry, humid, heavy, light,
The smallest living things which Nature wrought
Be freed of woe if they have small delight.
Ah only I abandon'd to Despaire,
Nail'd to my torments in pale Horrours shade,
Like wandring Clouds see all my comforts fled,
And Ill on Ill with Houres my life impaire:
The Heavens and Fortune which were wont to turn,
Stay in one Mansion fixt to cause me mourn.