Astrophel and Stella: 89

Now that of absence the most irksome night,With darkest shade doth ouercome my day;Since Stellas eyes wont to giue me my day,Leauing my Hemisphere, leaue me in night,Each day seemes long, and longs for long-staid night,The night as tedious, wooes th'approch of day;Tired with the dustie toyles of busie day,Languisht with horrors of the silent night;Suffering the euils both of the day and night,While no night is more darke then is my day,Nor no day hath lesse quiet then my night:With such bad mixture of my night and day,That liuing thus in blackest winter night,I feele the flames of hottest sommer day.