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From The Legend of Robert Drake of Normandy by Michael Drayton

chosen by Christian

The day abhorres me, and still doth flie,

Night still me followes, yet too long doth stay,

This never comes, though it be ever nie,

And this is coming vanisheth away.

What now booteth eyther night or day:

All’s one, still day, or be it ever night,

Sith one to me the darknesse and the light.

You wherewith once my comforts I did view,

Th’all covering heaven and glorie that it bears,

No more that fight shall e’re be seene of you,

That blessed Sunne that every mortall cheares,

No more to me for ever now appears:

Betake your selves unto your darksome Cell.

And bid the world eternally farewell.