XV + 

Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east! + 

My heart doth charge the watch; the morning rise + 

Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest. + 

Not daring trust the office of mine eyes, + 

While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark, + 

And wish her lays were tuned like the lark; + 

For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty, + 

And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night: + 

The night so pack’d, I post unto my pretty; + 

Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished sight; + 

Sorrow changed to solace, solace mix’d with sorrow; + 

For why, she sigh’d and bade me come to-morrow. + 

Were I with her, the night would post too soon; + 

But now are minutes added to the hours; + 

To spite me now, each minute seems a moon; + 

Yet not for me, shine sun to succour flowers! + 

Pack night, peep day; good day, of night now borrow: + 

Short, night, to-night, and length thyself to-morrow. + 