Come, cheerful day

Come, cheerful day, part of my life, to me;

For while thou view'st me with thy fading light,

SYSTEMPart of my life doth still depart with thee,

And I still onward haste to my last night.

Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly,

So every day we live a day we die.

But, O ye nights, ordained for barren rest,

How are my days deprived of life in you;

When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossessed

By feigned death life sweetly to renew,

SYSTEMPart of my life in that you life deny;

So every day we live a day we die.