- How can I then return in happy plight,
- That am debarre’d the benefit of rest?
- When day’s oppression is not eas’d by night,
- But day by night and night by day oppress’d,
- And each, though enemies to either’s reign,
- Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
- The one by toil, the other to complain
- How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
- I tell the day, to please him thou art bright,
- And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
- So flatter I the swart-complexion’d night,
- When sparkling stars twire not thou gild’st the even.
- But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
- And night doth nightly make grief’s length seem stronger.