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  oppressed,
  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 him thou art bright
  And do'est him grace when clouds do blot the heaven;
  So flatter I the swart  complexion'd night ,
  When sparking stars twire  not, thou guildst th'heaven
  But day  doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
  And night  doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.



  Note the repetition of certain words, we find-night, night,
night, night, night, toil, toil, heaven, heaven, day, day, day, day,
day (see 27 and 43).

6th Line.    "Shake hands "-combine.
7th Line.    To complain-causing me to complain.
11th Line.   Swart-black.

  Here Bacon asks Marguerite how can he return happily to her
when he gets no rest where he is-as sleep does not ease his day's
oppression as day and night have joined together to torture him
through his absence from her-she being far off he tells the day
she is bright even when the day is cloudy-and that at night
even though the stars do not peer (twire) through the sky-she
still makes the evening-golden, that his sorrows grow longer
day by day and his grief stronger night by night.


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