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