¶Were I with her, the night would po
st too
soone,
¶But now are minutes added to the houres:
¶To
spite me now, ech minute
seemes an houre,
¶Yet not for me,
shine
sun to
succour flowers.
210_Pack night, peep day, good day of night now borrow
¶_Short night to night, and length thy
selfe to morrow