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The Works of Michael Drayton

Edited by J. William Hebel
Drayton, Michael (1563-1631)

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VOLUME I
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VOLUME II
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POEMS: BY MICHAEL DRAYTON ESQVIRE.
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ENGLANDS HEROICALL EPISTLES. BY Michael Drayton, ESQVIRE.
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IDEA. IN SIXTIE THREE SONNETS. BY Michael Drayton, ESQVIRE.
  
TO THE READER OF THESE SONNETS.
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ODES. WITH OTHER LYRICK POESIES.
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THE LEGENDS OF Robert, Duke of Normandie. Matilda the Faire. Pierce Gaveston, Earle of Cornwall. Thomas Cromwell, Earle of Essex.
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THE OWLE.
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PASTORALS. Contayning EGLOGVES, With the Man in the Moone.
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26

[I ever love, where never Hope appeares]

I ever love, where never Hope appeares,

To Despaire.


Yet Hope drawes on my never-hoping Care,
And my Lives Hope would die, but for Despaire.
My never-certaine Joy breeds ever-certaine Feares,
Uncertaine Dread gives Wings unto my Hope;
Yet my Hopes Wings are laden so with Feare,
As they cannot ascend to my Hope's Sphere;
Though Feare gives them more then a Heav'nly Scope,
Yet this large Roome is bounded with Despaire,
So my Love is still fett'red with vaine Hope,
And Liberty deprives him of his Scope,
And thus am I imprison'd in the Aire:
Then, sweet Despaire, awhile hold up thy head,
Or all my Hope for Sorrow will be dead.
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