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[When first I Ended, then I first Began]
When first I Ended, then I first Began,
Then more I Traveld, further from my Rest,
Where most I Lost, there most of all I Wan,
Pined with Hunger, rising from a Feast.
Me thinkes I Flie, yet want I legges to Goe,
Wise in Conceit, in Act a very sot,
Ravish'd with Joy amid'st a hell of Woe,
What most I Seeme, that surest am I Not.
I build my Hopes a world above the Skie,
Yet with the Mole I creepe into the Earth,
In Plenty I am starv'd with Penurie,
And yet I Surfet in the greatest Dearth:
I have, I want, Despaire, and yet Desire,
Burn'd in a Sea of yce, and drown'd amidst a fire.
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