Delia: Sonnet 23

FAlse Hope prolongs my euer certaine griefe,
Traytour to me, and faithfull to my Loue:
A thousand times it promis'd me reliefe,
Yet neuer any true effect I proue.
Oft when I find in her no truth at all,
I bannish her, and blame her trecherie;
Yet soone againe I must her backe recall,
As one that dyes without her companie.
Thus often as I chase my hope from mee,
Straight-way shee hastes her vnto DELIAS eyes,
Fed with some pleasing looke there shall shee bee,
And so sent backe, and thus my fortune lyes.
Lookes feede my Hope, Hope fosters me in vaine,
Hopes are vnsure, when certaine is my paine.