111771O hatefull, vaporous, and foggy night,
772Since thou art guilty of my curele
sse crime:
773Mu
ster thy mi
sts to meete the Ea
sterne light,
774Make war again
st proportion'd cour
se of time.
775Or if thou wilt permit the Sunne to clime
776 His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed,
777 Knit poy
sonous clouds about his golden head.
112778With rotten damps raui
sh the morning aire,
779Let their exhald vnhold
some breaths make
sicke
780The life of puritie, the
supreme faire,
781Ere he arriue his wearie noone-tide pricke,
782And let thy mu
stie vapours march
so thicke,
783 That in their
smoakie rankes, his
smothred light
784 May
set at noone, and make perpetuall night.
113785Were
TARQVIN night, as he is but nights child,
786The
siluer
shining Queene he would di
staine;
787Her twinckling handmaids to (by him de
fil'd)
788Through nights black bo
som
shuld not peep again.
789So
should I haue copartners in my paine,
790 And fellow
ship in woe doth woe a
sswage,
791 As Palmers chat makes
short their pilgrimage.
114792Where now I haue no one to blu
sh with me,
793To cro
sse their armes & hang their heads with mine,
794To maske their browes and hide their infamie,
795But I alone, alone mu
st sit and pine,
796Sea
soning the earth with
showres of
siluer brine;
797 Mingling my talk with tears, my greef with grones,
798 Poore wa
sting monuments of la
sting mones.
115799O night thou furnace of fowle reeking
smoke!
800Let not the iealous daie behold that face,
801Which vnderneath thy blacke all-hiding cloke
802Immode
stly lies martird with di
sgrace.
803Keepe
still po
sse
ssion of thy gloomy place,
804 That all the faults which in thy raigne are made,
805 May likewi
se be
sepulcherd in thy
shade.