To steale some rest, but wretch I am constrained.
Spurd with Loves spurr, this held and shortly rained
With Cares hard hand, to runne and tosse in thee,
While the black horrors of the silent night,
Paint Woes black face so lively in my sight,
That tedious leasure markes eache wrinckled line:
But when Aurora leades out Phœbus daunce
Mine eyes then only winke for spite perchaunce,
That wormes shou’d have their Sunne and I want mine.
When farre spent night perswades each mortall eie