XIV + 

Good night, good rest. Ah, neither be my share: + 

She bade good night that kept my rest away; + 

And daff’d me to a cabin hang’d with care, + 

To descant on the doubts of my decay. + 

“Farewell,” quoth she, “and come again to-morrow:” + 

Fare well I could not, for I supp’d with sorrow. + 

Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile, + 

In scorn or friendship, nill I construe whether: + 

’T may be, she joy’d to jest at my exile, + 

’T may be, again to make me wander thither: + 

“Wander,” a word for shadows like myself, + 

As take the pain, but cannot pluck the pelf. + 