Sonnet LXII: When First I Ended
When first I ended, then I first began,The more I travell'd, further from my rest,Where most I lost, there most of all I wan,Pined with hunger rising from a feast.Methinks I fly, yet want I legs to go,Wise in conceit, in act a very sot,Ravish'd with joy amid a hell of woe;What most I seem, that surest am I not.I build my hopes a world above the sky,Yet with the mole I creep into the earth;In plenty I am starv'd with penury,And yet I surfeit in the greatest dearth.I have, I want, despair and yet desire,Burn'd in a sea of ice and drown'd amidst a fire.
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