Marguerite SONNET NO.28
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.