Shakespearean Sonnet – Buckingham to Fortune (personified)
The Damned
Why I now stand before those butchered souls?
Betrayed, yet still lament upon my loss.
Hell doth associate me with the fouls;
I lack some spirit as thy wheel exhausts.
Then can I cite up the dark time of day:
Deserted amity – befell the curse,
"Woe to him that thinks it of false display".
Now he, soon to be shrouded in a hearse.
Then can I grieve o'er the last grain of sand;
And moan upon this prey of tyranny.
Would I listened for she once kissed my hand;
Than to flounder in vain with agony.
As time flies, and almighty thou can'st be;
Long this lives, may injustice fall on me.
