...foul's imaginary fight Prefents their fhadow to my iightlefs view ; Which, like a jewel (hung in ghaftly night) Makes black night beauteous, and her old face...day my limbs, by night my mind, .For thee, and for myfelf no quiet find. How can I then return in happy plight, That am debar'd the benefit of reft ?...

...forth to dance." MALONE. 6*5. cheek of night] Shakspere has the same thought in his 27th Sonnet : i " Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, " Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new." The quartos, 1597, 1599, 1609, 1637, and the folio, 1623, read, It seems she hangs upon the cheek of...

...body's work's expired. For then my thoughts (far from where I abide) Intend a zealous pilgrimage lo thee, And keep my drooping eye-lids open wide, Looking...night my mind, For thee, and for myself no quiet find. A DISCONSOLATION. And each (tho' enemies to other's reign) Do in consent shake hands to torture me;...

...thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure., A DISCONSOLATION. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose...new. Lo ! thus by day my limbs, by night my mind, How can I then return in happy plight. That am debarr'd the benefit of rest ; When day's oppression...

...Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night — ] Shakspeare ha* the same thought in his 27th Sonnet: " Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, " Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new." The quartos 1597, 1599, 1609, and the folio 1623, coldly read: It seems she hangs upon the cheek of...

...do see. Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, likt- a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous,...face new. Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind, Tor thee, and for myself, no quiet find. SONNET XXVIIf. How can I then return in happy plight, . That...

...wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see. Save that my.soul's imaginary sight Prevents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung...Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new. I" thus by day my limbs, by night my mind, Fur tbee, and for myself, no quiet find. SONNET XXVII F....

...women's pleasure, Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure. (Weary with toil, I haste "flirto my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired...by night my mind, For thee, and for myself no quiet fin<ty ' % ' How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarr'd the benefit of rest ; When day's...

...Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night—'} Shakspeare has the same thought in his 27th Sonnet: " Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, " Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new." The quartos 1597, 1599, 1609, and the folio 1623, coldly read: It seems she hangs upon the cheek of...

...Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night — ] Shakspeare has the same thought in his 27th Sonnet: " Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, " Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new." The quartos 1597, 1599, 1609, and the folio 1623, coldly read: It seems she hangs upon the cheek of...