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.