from Pamphilia to Amphilanthus by Lady Mary Wroth SONNET 35 FALSE hope, which feeds but to destroy, and spill     What it first breeds, unnatural to the birth     Of thine own womb; conceiving but to kill,     And plenty gives to make the greater dearth, So Tyrants do who falsely ruling earth     Outwardly grace them, and with profits fill     Advance those who appointed are to death     To make their greater fall to please their will. Thus shadow they their wicked vile intent     Coloring evil with a show of good     While in fair shows their malice so is spent;     Hope kills the heart, and tyrants shed the blood. For hope deluding brings us to the pride Of our desires the farther down to slide. Source: The Norton Anthology of English Literature, 6th ed., v.1. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 1993. 1690.

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