- Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
- My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
- Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
- While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
- Is it thy spirit that thou send’st from thee
- So far from home into my deeds to pry,
- To find out shames and idle hours in me,
- The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?
- O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
- It is my love that keeps mine eye awake:
- Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
- To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
- For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
- From me far off, with others all too near.