¶Good night, good re
st, ah neither be my
share,
¶She bad good night, that kept my re
st away,
¶And daft me to a cabben hangde with care:
185To de
scant on the doubts of my decay.
¶_Farewell (quoth
she) and come againe to morrow
¶_Fare well I could not, for I
supt with
sorrow.
¶Yet at my parting
sweetly did
she
smile,
¶In
scorne or friend
ship, nill I con
ster whether:
190'T may be
she ioyd to iea
st at my exile,
¶'T may be againe, to make me wander thither.
¶_Wander (a word) for
shadowes like my
selfe,
¶_As take the paine but cannot plucke the pelfe.