Sonnet 28
b"
How can I then return in happy plight
That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,
But day by night and night by day oppress'd;
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-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st th' even:
\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.