Funerall Elegies: Eleg. 3

CAll back (bright Phoebus) your sky-wandring steeds
Your day is tedious, and our sorrow needs
No Sun: When our sad soules have lost their light,
Why should our eyes not finde perpetuall night?
Goe to the nether world, and let your rayes
Shine there: Bestow on them our share of dayes;
But say not, Why: lest when report shall show
Such cause of griefe, they fall a grieving too,
And pray the absence of your restlesse wayne,
Which then must be return'd on us againe,
Deare Phoebus graunt my suit; if thou denie't,
My teares shall blinde me, and so make a night.