Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

Hope.

Faiths yonger sister that Speranza hight, Was clad in blew, that her beseemed well: Not all so chearfull seemed she of sight As was her sister: whether dread did dwell Or anguish in her heart, is hard to tell: Vpon her arme a siluer anchor lay, Whereon she leaned euer as befell. And euer vp to heauen as she did pray, Her eyes were bent, ne swarued other way. Ed. Spencer.

—Hope a handsome maide, Of chearfull looke and louely to behold: In silken Samite she was light araide, And her faire locks were wouen vp in gold: She alway smilde, and in her hand did hold An holy water sprinkle, dipt in dewe, With which she sprinkled fauours manifold.

On whom she list, and did great liking shewe, Great liking vnto many, but true loue to fewe. Idem.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallowes wings, Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings. W. Shakespeare.

Wan Hope poore soule, on broken anchor sits Wringing his armes, as robbed of his blisse. D. Lodge.

What better emperor can the body hold, Then sacred Hope? the element from whence, Vertue is drawne fresh looking, neuer old: Matter most worthy of a strong defence. It animates yoong men, and makes them bold, Arming their hearts with holy influence, It like a seale in tender thoughts doth presse The perfect Image of all happinesse. L. Markham.

— Hope is double, and hath double power, As being mortall, and immortall fram'de: In th'one shee's mouelesse, certaine euery houre: In th'other doubtfull, and incertaine nam'de. Th'immortall Hope raines in a holy bowre, In earthy closures is the mortall tam'de. And these two contraries, where ere they meete, Double delight, and make our thoughts more sweete. Idem.

He that hopes least, leaues not to hope at all, But hopes the most, hoping so little hope, Augmenting of our hope, makes hope growe small, And taking from it, giues it greater scope.

The desperate man which in dispaire doth fall, Hopes by that end ill fortune to reuoke, And to this hope belongs a second part, Which we call confidence, which rules the hart. This second part of hope, this confidence, Doth Tully call a vertue that doth guide The Spirit to an honest residence, Without whose aide, no pleasure will abide In our world-wearied flesh. I. Markeham.

All men are guests where hope doth hold the feast. G. Gascoigne.

Such is the weakenesse of all mortall hope, So tickle is the state of earthly things, And brings vs bale and bitter sorrowings, That ere they come vnto their aimed scope, They fall too short of our fraile reckonings, In stead of comfort which we should embrace. This is the death of Keysars and of Kings, Let none therefore that is in meaner place, Too greatly grieue at any vnluckie case. Ed. Spencer.

Vnworthy they of grace, whom one deniall Excludes from fairest hope, without farther triall. Idem.

Hope like the Hyenna comming to be old, Alters his shape, is turned to dispaire. H. C.

Sorrow doth vtter what vs still doth grieue, But hope forbids vs sorrow to beleeue. Idem.

— Our hopes good deceiues vs, But that we would forgoe that seldome leaues vs. Idem.

None without great hopes will follow such, Whose power and honour doth not promise much. S. Daniell.

Who nothing hopes, let him dispaire in nought. Th. Achelly.

To liue in hope of that they meane to giue, Is to deceiue our selues, and not to liue. D. Lodge.

Hope lost, breeds griefe, griefe paine, and paine disease. Th. Watson.

Our haps do turne as chaunces on the die. Nor let him from his hope remoue, That vnder him, hath mou'd the starres aboue. M. Drayton.

Hope and haue, in time a man may gaine any woman. A. Fraunce.

Hope well, feare not, marke this, be wise, Droupe not, for to dispaire, is to die twise. Ignoto.

Bad haps are holpe with hap and good beliefe. S. I. Harrington. Transl.

O Hope, how cunning with our cares to gloze? Griefes breathing poynt, the true man to desire, The rest in sighes, the very thoughts repose, As thou art milde, oh wert thou not a lier? Faire speaking flatterie subtill soothing guile: Ah Hope, in thee our sorrowes sweetly smile. M. Drayton.