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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Weary with toyle, I haste me to my bed,
The deare repose for lims with travaile tired, But then begins a journey in my head To worke my minde, when bodies work's expired. For then my thoughts (from far where I abide) Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keepe my drooping eye-lids open wide, Looking on darkenesse which the blind doe see. Save that my soules imaginary sight Presents their shaddow to my sightlesse view, Which like a jewell (hunge in gastly night) Makes blacke night beautious and her old face new. Loe thus by day my lims, by night my mind, For thee, and for my selfe, no quiet finde. How can I then returne in happy plight That am debard the benefit of rest? When dayes oppression is not eazd by night, But day by night and night by day opprest. And each (though enemies to others raigne) Doe in consent shake hands to torture me, The one by toyle, the other to complaine How far I toyle, still farther off from thee. I tell the Day to please him thou art bright, And do'st him grace when clouds doe blot the heaven: So flatter I the swart complexiond night, When sparkling stars twire, not thou guil'st th'even. But day doth daily draw my sorrowes longer, And night doth nightly make greefes length seeme. stronger
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. |