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Sonnet IX.

[Whilst others vveene sole hopes to be a sauue]

Whilst others vveene sole hopes to be a sauue,
Sole hopes I find to be my corosiues:
Whilst others found in hopes an harbour haue,
From hopes I feele a sea of sorrovves rise:
For vvhen mild hopes should ease my raging fires,
They fester more, in that they are but hopes:
Then vvhilst I touch the port of my desires,
A storme of hate doth burst mine anchor ropes.
Were I but once resolued certainly,
Soon should I knovv vvhich point my helme to stere,
But she denies my sute most vvomanly,
As hidden documents for vs to heare.
Loe this the cause my hell forsakes me neuer.
Tell me, (deare svveet) thus shal I liue for euer?