Sonnet 61 (Sonnet 61)

WHen first I ended, then I first beganne,
The more I trauell, further from my rest,
Where most I lost, there most of all I wanne,
Pined with hunger, rising from a feast.
Me thinkes I flee, yet want I legs to goe,
Wise in conceit, in act a very sot,
Rauisht with ioy amidst a hell of woe,
What most I seeme, that surest am I not.
I build my hopes a world aboue the skie,
Yet with the Mole I creepe into the earth,
In plenty am I …aru'd with penurie,
And yet I surffet in the greatest dearth:
I haue, I want, dispaire, and yet desire,
Burn'd in a sea of ice, and drown'd amidst a fire.