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Michael Drayton - Sonnet XXVI: I Ever Love
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To Despair

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 heav`nly scope, 
Yet this large room is bounded with despair; 
So my love is still fetter`d with vain hope, 
And liberty deprives him of his scope, 
And thus am I imprison`d in the air. 
Then, sweet despair, awhile hold up thy head, 
Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead.
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