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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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Sonnet. 4. Hope and Despaire.

Domestick broyles my tortur'd heart inuades
Twixt wau'ring Hope, and desp'rate black Despaire:
To prosecute my sute the one perswades,

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The other frustrates all my hopes with cares.
Hope sets me on, infer's shee's fayrest faire,
How dire disdaine doth dwell in foulest Cels,
And fell despaire calls beauty Enuies heire:
Which torments me more then ten thousand hels.
Loe, thus my former hope despaire expels:
Mid'st which extremes whats best for me to doe:
In open armes, despaire 'gainst me rebels,
Hope traytor-like giues free consent thereto.
And till these traytors twaine consume my citty,
I restlesse rest, to rest vpon her pitty.