I Ever Love Where Never Hope Appears, Yet Hope Draws On My Never-Hoping Care, And My Life'S Hope Would Die But For Despair; My Never Certain Joy Breeds Ever Certain Fears. Uncertain Dread Gives Wings Unto My Hope; Yet My Hope'S Wings Are Laden So With Fear As They Cannot Ascend To My Hope'S Sphere, Though Fear Gives Them More Than A Heavenly Scope. Yet This Large Room Is Bounded With Despair, So My Love Is Still Fettered With Vain Hope, And Liberty Deprives Him Of His Scope, And Thus Am I Imprisoned In The Air. Then, Sweet Despair, Awhile Hold Up Thy Head, Or All My Hope For Sorrow Will Be Dead.