How can I then return in happy plight That am debarred the benefit of rest? 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 complain 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 swart-complexioned 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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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