Astrophel and Stella: 98

Ah bed, the field where joyes peace some do see,The field where all my thoughts to warre be train'd,How is thy grace by my strange fortune stain'd!How thy lee shores by my sighes stormed be!With sweete soft shades thou oft invitest meTo steale some rest, but wretch I am constrain'd,(Spur'd with loues spur, though gold & shortly rain'dWith cares hard hand) to turne and tosse in thee.While the black horrors of the silent night,Paint woes black face so liuely to my sight,That tedious leasure makes each wrinckled line:But when Aurora leades out Phœbus daunce,Mine eyes then only winke, for spite perchance,That wormes should haue their Sun, and I want mine.