To Despaire. Sonnet 26 (Sonnet 26)

I Euer loue, where neuer hope appeares,
Yet hope drawes on my neuer-hoping care,
And my lifes hope would die but for dispaire,
My neuer-certaine ioy, breeds euer-certaine feares,
Vncertaine-dread, giues wings vnto my hope,
Yet my hopes wings are loaden so with feare,
As they cannot ascend to my hopes spheare,
Yet feare giues them more than a heauenly scope;
Yet this large roome is bounded with dispaire,
So my loue is still fettered with vaine hope,
And libertie depriues him of his scope,
And thus am I imprisond in the aire;
Then sweet despaire, a while holde vp thy head,
Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead.