Draw On, Sweet Night

Draw on, sweet Night, best friend unto those cares

That do arise from painful melancholy;

My life so ill through want of comfort fares,

That unto thee I consecrate it wholly.

Sweet Night, draw on; my griefs, when they be told

To shades and darkness, find some ease from paining;

And while thou all in silence dost enfold,

I then shall have best time for my complaining.