Sonnet 37 - Night, welcome

Night, welcome art thou to my mind distressed,

Dark, heavy, sad, yet not more sad than I;

Never could'st thou find fitter company

For thine own humour then I thus oppressed.

If thou be dark, my wrongs still unredressed

Saw never light, nor smallest bliss can spy;

If heavy, joy from me too fast doth hie

And care outgoes my hope of quiet rest,

Then now in friendship join with hapless me,

Who am as sad, and dark as thou canst bee

Hating all pleasure, or delight in life;

Silence, and grief, with thee I best do love

And from you three, I know I cannot move.

Then let us live companions without strife.