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Which should I better like of, day or night?
Since all the day, I live in bitter woe:
Injoying light more cleere my wrongs to know,
And yet most sad, feeling in it all spite;
In night when darknesse doth forbid all light;
Yet see I griefe apparant to the show,
Follow'd by jealousie, whose fond tricks flow,
And on unconstant waves of doubt alight.
I can behold rage cowardly to feede
Upon foule error, which these humors breede,
Shame doubt and feare, yet boldly will thinke ill.
All those in both I feele, then which is best
Darke to joy by day, light in night opprest?
Leave both and end, these but each other spill.