Draw On, Sweet Night

Draw on, sweet night! best friend unto those cares that do arise from painful melancholy. My life so ill, through want of comfort, fares, that unto thee I consecrate it wholly. Sweet night, draw on! My griefs, when they be told to shades and darkness, find some ease from paining. And, while thou all in silence dost enfold, I then shall have best time for my complaining.