Sonnet 88

NOw that of absence the most yrksome night,
VVith darkest shade doth ouercome the daie:
Since Stellaes eyes that wont giue mee my daie,
Leauing my Hemisphere o'recast with night,
Each day seemes long, and longs for long staied night,
The night as tedious, wooes th'approch of day:
Toyled with dustie toyles of busie day,
Languisht with horrors of the silent night,
Suffering the euils both of daie and night,
VVhile no night is more darke than is my daie,
Nor no daie hath lesse quiet than my night:
VVith such bad mixture of my night and daie,
That liuing thus in blackest VVinter night,
I feele the gleames of hottest Sommers daie.