Act I, Scene 28

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• Shakespeare. How can I then return in happy plight,
  That am debarr'd the benefit of rest? 380
  When day's oppression is not eased by night,
  But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd?
  And each, though enemies to either's reign,
  Do in consent shake hands to torture me;
  The one by toil, the other to complain 385
  How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
  I tell the day, to please them thou art bright
  And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
  So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
  When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even. 390
  But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer
  And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger.