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Fortune My Foe 
Fortune My Foe 
Fortune, my foe, why dost thou frown on me? And will my favours never greater be? Wilt thou, I say, forever breed me pain? And wilt thou ne'er restore my joys again? 
Fortune hath wrought me grief and great annoy; Fortune has falsely stole my love away. My love and joy, whose sight did make me glad; Such great misfortunes never young man had. 
Appeared in the Fitzwilliam Virginal Book (ca 1550-1620) in a setting by Byrd. Referred to in Shakespeare (Merry Wives)