387To show me worthy of their sweet respect,

388 Then may I dare to boast how I doe loue thee,

389Til then, not show my head where thou maist proue me

391WEary with toyle, I hast me to my bed ,

392The deare repose for lims with trauaill tired,

393But then begins a iourny in my head

394To worke my mind, when boddies work's expired.

395For then my thoughts(from far where I abide)

396Intend a zelous pilgrimage to thee;

397And keepe my drooping eye-lids open wide,

398Looking on darknes which the blind doe see.

399Saue that my soules imaginary sight

400Presents their shaddoe to my sightles view,

401Which like a iewell(hunge in gastly night)

402Makes blacke night beautious, and her old face new.

403 Loe thus by day my lims, by night my mind,

404For thee, and for my selfe, noe quiet finde.

406HOw can I then returne in happy plight

407That am debard the benifit of rest?

408When daies oppression is not eazd by night,

409But day by night and night by day oprest.

410And each(though enimes to ethers raigne)

411Doe in consent shake hands to torture me,

412The one by toyle, the other to complaine

413How far I toyle, still farther off from thee.

414I tell the Day to please him thou art bright,

415And do'st him grace when clouds doe blot the heauen:

416So flatter I the swart complexiond night,

417When sparkling stars twire not thou guil'st th' eauen.

418 But day doth daily draw my sorrowes longer,

419And night doth nightly make greefes length seeme stronger

421WHen in disgrace with Fortune and mens eyes,

422I all alone beweepe my out-cast state,