HOW can I then return
in happy plight |
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That am debarrd the benefit of rest? |
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When days oppression is not easd
by night, |
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But day by night, and night by day oppressd, |
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And each, though enemies to eithers
reign, |
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Do in consent shake hands to torture me, |
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The one by toil, the other to complain |
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How far I toil, still further off from thee. |
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I tell the day, to please him thou art bright |
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And dost him grace when clouds do blot the
heaven: |
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So flatter I the swart-complexiond
night; |
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When sparkling stars twire not thou gildst
the even. |
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But day doth daily draw my sorrows
longer, |
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And night doth nightly make griefs
strength seem stronger. |
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