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1Why art thou sad at the approach of night,
2My melancholy soul?
3Should not obscurity and cheerful light
4After each other
5For, as sad gloomy shades doth follow light,
6So after life we die;
7But death at last is conquered quite:
8O happy victory.
9There’s nothing like day’s dissolution
10Within my mind so
11Methinks ’tis like the revolution
12Of life and death and life.
Lachesis and Clotho3both,
14Come, show your
twirl and twist5as loath
16To come and do me right.
17For, seeing the voice of nature doth
19Is the preserving of the universe
21What need I care, then, when I do expire,
22Although I turn to
23Seeing total nature still is kept entire,
24In all her actions just?
Erinys and her cursed train8
26Scare those that fear their might;
blazing brands and vipers vain9
28Shall me no more affright.
29For I as gladly in my quiet grave
30Will lay me down to rest
31As in the finest downy bed I have,
causes10all sleep best.