Marywroth(1587–1651?)

Sonnet 37: "Night, welcome art thou to my mind distressed"

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 humor than I thus oppressed.

If thou beest dark, my wrongs still unredressed 0unremedied

Saw never light, nor smallest bliss can spy;

If heavy, joy from me too fast doth hie 0hurry away

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 be

Hating all pleasure, or delight of life;

Silence, and grief, with thee I best do love

And from you three, I know I can not move,

Then let us live companions without strife.