My cares draw on mine everlasting night; <br />In horror's sable clouds sets my life's sun; <br />My life's sweet sun, my dearest comfort's light, <br />Will rise no more to me whose day is done. <br />I go before unto the Myrtle shades, <br />To attend the presence of my world's Dear, <br />And there prepare her flowers that never fades, <br />And all things fit against her coming there. <br />If any ask me why so soon I came, <br />I'll hide her sin, and say it was my lot; <br />In life and death I'll tender her good name; <br />My life nor death shall never be her blot. <br />Although this world may seem her deed to blame, <br />Th'Elisean ghosts shall never know the same.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxiii-my-cares-draw/
