Summer and petunia

How can I then return in happy plight;
That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eased by night;
But day by night; and night by day; oppress'd?
And each; though enemies to either's reign;
Do in consent shake hands to torture me;
The one by toil; the other to complain
How far I toil; still farther off from thee.
I tell the day; to please them thou art bright
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night;
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.

But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer
And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger.

Writer : William Shakespeare

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