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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
roll1
?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
rife2
;11Methinks ’tis like the revolution
12Of life and death and life.
13Come, cruel
Lachesis and Clotho3
both,14Come, show your
outmost4
spite:15Methinks you
twirl and twist5
as loath16To come and do me right.
17For, seeing the voice of nature doth
rehearse6
18That revolution
19Is the preserving of the universe
20From dissolution,
21What need I care, then, when I do expire,
22Although I turn to
dust7
,23Seeing total nature still is kept entire,
24In all her actions just?
25Then let
Erinys and her cursed train8
26Scare those that fear their might;
27Their
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,
32In
causes10
all sleep best.