Why do ye lenger feed on loathed light,
Or liking find to gaze on earthly mould,
Sith cruell fates the carefull threeds vnfould,
The which my life and loue together tyde?
Now let the stony dart of senselesse cold
Perce to my hart, and pas through euery side,
And let eternall night so sad sight[246] fro me hide.
O lightsome day, the lampe of highest Ioue, xxiii
First made by him, mens wandring wayes to guyde,
When darknesse he in deepest dongeon droue,