Watch for the night, whose cloudie cloake of shame
With darknesse should conceale their damn’d intent,
Day did abhor the thing 'bout which they went,
And fled away, grim night on th’earth did frowne,
And I in carefull bed had laid me downe.
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Where for musitian that with sweetest breath,
Had wont to lull my watchfull sense asleepe:
The ghastly owle, the fatall bird of death,
That on my chamber walles her inne did keepe