Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XCVI

Thought, with good cause thou lik'st so well the night, Since kind or chance giues both one liuerie, Both sadly blacke, both blackly darkned be; Night bard from Sunne, thou from thy owne sunlight; Silence in both displaies his sullen might; Slow heauinesse in both holds one degree That full of doubts, thou of perplexity; Thy teares expresse Nights natiue moisture right; In both amazeful solitarinesse: In night, of sprites, the gastly powers do stur; In thee or sprites or sprited gastlinesse. But, but (alas) Nights side the ods hath fur: For that, at length, yet doth inuite some rest; Thou, though still tired, yet still doost it detest.