1 How can I then return in happy plight,
2 That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
3 When day's oppression is not eased by night,
4 But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd?
5 And each, though enemies to either's reign,
6 Do in consent shake hands to torture me;
7 The one by toil, the other to complain
8 How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
9 I tell the day, to please him thou art bright
10 And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
11 So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
12 When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
13 But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer
14 And night doth nightly make griefs strength seem stronger.