| HOW can I then return in happy plight | |
| That am debarr’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, | 5 |
| Do in consent shake hands to torture me, | |
| The one by toil, the other to complain | |
| How far I toil, still further off from thee. | |
| I tell the day, to please him thou art bright | |
| And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven: | 10 |
| 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 strength seem stronger. |