Sonnet 23.

MY cares drawes on my euerlasting night,
And horrors sable clowds dims my liues sunne;
That my liues sunne, and thou my worldly light,
Shall rise no more to me, my daies are donne.

Ile goe before vnto the myrtle shades,
To attend the presence of my worldes deare,
And dresse a bed of flowers that neuer fades,
And all things fit against her comming there.

If anie aske, why that so soone I came?
Ile hide her fault, and say, it was my lot,
In life and death Ile tender her good name,
My life and death shall neuer be her blot:
Although the world this deed of hirs may blame,
The Elisian ghoasts shall neuer know the same.