182Good night, good re
st, ah neither be my
share,
183She bad good night, that kept my re
st away,
184And daft me to a cabben hangde with care:
185To de
scant on the doubts of my decay.
186 Farewell (quoth
she) and come againe to morrow
187 Fare well I could not, for I
supt with
sorrow.
188Yet at my parting
sweetly did
she
smile,
189In
scorne or friend
ship, nill I con
ster whether:
190'T may be
she ioyd to iea
st at my exile,
191'T may be againe, to make me wander thither.
192 Wander (a word) for
shadowes like my
selfe,
193 As take the paine but cannot plucke the pelfe.
Lord