Astrophel and Stella: 96

Thought with good cause thou likest so well the night,Since kind or chance giues both one liuerie,Both sadly black, both blackly darkned be,Night bard from Sun, thou from thy owne Sun light;Silence in both displaies his sullen might,Slow heauinesse in both holds one degree,That full of doubts, thou of perplexitie;Thy teares expresse nights natiue moisture right.In both a mazefull solitarinesse:In night of sprites the gastlye powers to stur,In thee or spirites or spired gastlinesse:But but (alas) nights side the ods hath fur,For that at length yet doth invite some rest,Thou thought still tired, yet still doest it detest.