Author Barnabe Googe A Refusal. Sith Fortune favours not, and all things backward go, And sith your mind hath so decreed, to make an end of woe, Sith now is no redress, but hence I must away, Farewell, I waste no vainer words, I hope for better day. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments