406HOw can I then returne in happy plight
407That am debard the beni
fit of re
st? 408When daies oppre
ssion is not eazd by night,
409But day by night and night by day opre
st.
410And each(though enimes to ethers raigne
) 411Doe in con
sent
shake hands to torture me,
412The one by toyle,
the other to complaine
413How far I toyle,
still farther o
ff from thee.
414I tell the Day to plea
se 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 di
sgrace with Fortune and mens eyes,
422I all alone beweepe my out-ca
st state,
423And trouble deafe heauen with my bootle
sse cries,
424And looke vpon my
selfe and cur
se my fate.
425Wi
shing me like to one more rich in hope,
426Featur'd like him,
like him with friends po
sse
st,
427De
siring this mans art,
and that mans skope,
428With what I mo
st inioy contented lea
st,
429Yet in the
se thoughts my
selfe almo
st de
spi
sing,
430Haplye I thinke on thee, and then my
state,
431(Like to the Larke at breake of daye ari
sing
) 432From
sullen earth
sings himns at Heauens gate,
433 For thy
sweet loue remembred
such welth brings,
434That then I skorne to change my
state with Kings.
436WHen to the Se
ssions of
sweet
silent thought,
437I
sommon vp remembrance of things pa
st,
438I
sigh the lacke of many a thing I
sought,
439And with old woes new waile my deare times wa
ste:
440Then can I drowne an eye(vn-v
s'd to
flow)
441For precious friends hid in deaths dateles night,
442And weepe a fre
sh loues long
since canceld woe,
443And mone th'expence of many a vanni
sht
sight.
444Then can I greeue at greeuances fore-gon,
445And heauily from woe to woe tell ore
446The
sad account of fore-bemoned mone,
447Which I new pay,
as if not payd before.
448 But if the while I thinke on thee
(deare friend)
449All lo
sses are re
stord,
and
sorrowes end.