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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet IX. Whilst others ween sole hopes to be a sa[l]ve
William Percy (1575–1648)
WHILST others ween sole hopes to be a sa[l]ve,
Sole hopes I find to be my corrosive!
Whilst others found in hopes, an harbour have;
From hopes, I feel a sea of sorrows rise!
  For when mild hopes should ease my raging fires,        5
They fester more, in that they are but hopes;
Then whilst I touch the foot of my Desires,
A storm of hate doth burst mine anchor ropes.
  Were I but once resolved certainly,
Soon should I know which point my helm to steer;        10
But She denies my suit most womanly,
As hidden documents for us to hear.
  Lo, this the cause my hell forsakes me never.
  “Tell me,” dear Sweet, “thus shall I live for ever?”

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