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AMOUR. 37.
I ever love, where never hope appeares,
Yet hope drawes on my never-hoping care,
And my lives hope would die but for dyspaire,
My never certaine joy, breeds ever-certaine feares.
Yet hope drawes on my never-hoping care,
And my lives hope would die but for dyspaire,
My never certaine joy, breeds ever-certaine feares.
Uncertaine-dread, gyves wings unto my hope,
Yet my hopes wings are loden so with feare,
As they cannot ascend to my hopes spheare,
Yet feare gyves them more then a heavenly scope:
Yet my hopes wings are loden so with feare,
As they cannot ascend to my hopes spheare,
Yet feare gyves them more then a heavenly scope:
Yet thys large roome is bounded with dyspaire,
So my love is styll fettered with vaine hope,
And lyberty deprives hym of hys scope,
And thus am I imprisond in the ayre;
Then sweet Dispaire, awhile hold up thy head,
Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead.
So my love is styll fettered with vaine hope,
And lyberty deprives hym of hys scope,
And thus am I imprisond in the ayre;
Then sweet Dispaire, awhile hold up thy head,
Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead.
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