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How can I then return in happy plight

That am debarred the benefit of res

When day’s oppression is not eased by night,

But day by night and night by day oppressed;

And each, though enemies to either’s reign,

Do in consent shake hands to torture me,

The one by toil, the other to complai

How far I toil, still farther off from thee

I tell the day to please him thou art bright

And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven;

So flatter I the swartcomplexioned night

When sparkling stars twire not, thou gild’st the even.

But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,

And night doth nightly make grief’s length seem stronger