Sonnet 37

Night, welcome art thou to my mind destrest
Darke, heavy, sad, yett nott more sad then I
Never could'st thou find fitter company
For thine owne humor then I thus oprest.

If thou beest dark, my wrongs still unredrest
Saw never light, nor smalest bliss can spy;
If heavy, joy from mee too fast doth hy
And care outgoes my hope of quiett rest,

Then now in friendship joine with haples mee,
Who ame as sad, and dark as thou canst bee
Hating all pleasure, or delight of lyfe;

Silence, and griefe, with thee I best doe love
And from you three, I know I can nott move,
Then lett us live companions without strife.
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