By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
It best agrees with night.—Come, [civil] Night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And [learn] me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.
[Hood my unmann'd blood], bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle, till [strange] love grown bold
Think true love acted simple modesty.
[Come, Night], come, Romeo, come, thou day in night,
[For thou] wilt lie upon the wings of Night