| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | Love Hath Eyes by Night | | Anonymous |
| | | O NIGHT, 1 O jealous Night, repugnant to my measures: | |
| O Night so long desired, yet cross to my content! | |
| There’s none but only thou that can perform my pleasures, | |
| Yet none but only thou that hindereth my intent. | |
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| Thy beams, thy spiteful beams, thy lamps that burn too brightly, | 5 |
| Discover all my trains and naked lay my drifts, | |
| That night by night I hope, yet fail my purpose nightly; | |
| Thy envious glaring gleam defeateth so my shifts. | |
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| Sweet Night, withhold thy beams, withhold them till to-morrow! | |
| Whose joy’s in lack so long a hell of torment breeds. | 10 |
| Sweet Night, sweet gentle Night, do not prolong my sorrow: | |
| Desire is guide to me, and Love no lodestar needs. | |
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| Let sailors gaze on Stars, and Moon so freshly shining; | |
| Let them that miss the way be guided by the light; | |
| I know my Lady’s bower, there needs no more divining; | 15 |
| Affection sees in dark, and Love hath eyes by night. | |
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| Dame Cynthia, couch awhile! hold in thy horns for shining, | |
| And glad not low’ring Night with thy too glorious rays; | |
| But be she dim and dark, tempestuous and repining, | |
| That in her spite my sport may work thy endless praise. | 20 |
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| And when my will is wrought, then, Cynthia, shine, good lady, | |
| All other nights and days in honour of that night, | |
| That happy, heavenly night, that night so dark and shady, | |
| Wherein my Love had eyes that lighted my delight! | |
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