Amour 50 By Michael Drayton

When I First Ended, Then I First Began; The More I Trauell, Further From My Rest; Where Most I Lost, There Most Of All I Wan; Pyned With Hunger, Rysing From A Feast. Mee Thinks I Flee, Yet Want I Legs To Goe, Wise In Conceite, In Acte A Very Sot; Rauisht With Ioy Amidst A Hell Of Woe, What Most I Seeme, That Surest I Am Not. I Build My Hopes A World Aboue The Skye, Yet With A Mole I Creepe Into The Earth: In Plenty Am I Staru'D With Penury, And Yet I Serfet In The Greatest Dearth. I Haue, I Want, Dispayre, And Yet Desire, Burn'D In A Sea Of Ice, And Drown'D Amidst A Fire.