Draw on, sweet Night, best friend unto those cares
  That do arise from painful melancholy;
My life so ill through want of comfort fares,
  That unto thee I consecrate it wholly.

Sweet Night, draw on; my griefs, when they be told
  To shades and darkness, find some ease from paining;
And while thou all in silence dost enfold,
  I then shall have best time for my complaining.