Astrophil and Stella
Sonnet 96
Thought, with good cause thou likest so well the night,
Since kind or chance gives both one livery,
Both sadly black, both blackly darkened be;
Night barred from sun, thou from thy own sunlight;
Silence in both displays his sullen might;
Slow heaviness in both holds one degree
That full of doubts, thou of perplexity;
Thy tears express nights native moisture right;
In both amazeful solitariness:
In night, of sprites, the ghastly powers do stir;
In thee or sprites or sprited ghastliness.
But, but (alas) night's side the odds hath far:
For that, at length, yet doth invite some rest;
Thou, though still tired, yet still dost it detest.
Sir Philip Sidney
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