Deare, why should you command me to my Rest,
When now the Night doth summon all to sleepe?
Me thinkes this Time becommeth Louers best;
Night was ordayn’d, together Friends to keepe:
How happy are all other liuing Things,
Which though the Day dis-ioyne by seu’rall flight,
The quiet Eu’ning yet together brings,
And each returnes vnto his Loue at Night?
O, Thou that art so courteous else to all!
Why should’st thou, Night, abuse me onely thus,
That eu’ry Creature to his kind do’st call,
And yet ’tis thou do’st onely seuer vs?
Well could I wish, it would be euer Day,
If when Night comes, you bid me goe away.