Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death,
in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish
and restore the light; With dark
forgetting of my care return. And let the day be
time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my
ill adventured youth: Let waking eyes
suffice to wail their scorn Without the torment
of the night's untruth. Samuel Daniel Delia, sonnet 54.
But when I plead, she bids me play my part, And when I weep, she
says tears are but water: And when I sigh,
she says I know the art, And when I wail,
she turns herself to laughter. Edmund Spenser Amoretti, sonnet18.