False hope prolongs my ever certain grief, <br />Trait'rous to me and faithful to my love; <br />A thousand times it promis'd me relief, <br />Yet never any true effect I prove. <br />Oft when I find in her no truth at all, <br />I banish her and blame her treachery; <br />Yet soon again I must her back recall, <br />As one that dies without her company. <br />Thus often as I chase my hope from me, <br />Straight way she hastes her unto Delia's eyes; <br />Fed with some pleasing look there shall she be, <br />And so sent back, and thus my fortune lies. <br />Looks feed my Hope, Hope fosters me in vain; <br />Hopes are unsure, when certain is my pain.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxv-false-hope-prolongs/
