Thought, with good cause thou lik'st so well the Night, <br />Since kind or chance gives both one livery, <br />Both sadly black, both blackly darken'd be, <br />Night barr'd from sun, thou from thy own sunlight; <br /> <br />Silence in both displays his sullen might, <br />Slow Heaviness in both holds one degree-- <br />That full of doubts, thou of perplexity; <br />Thy tears express Night's native moisture right. <br /> <br />In both a mazeful solitariness: <br />In Night of sprites the ghastly powers to stir, <br />In thee, or sprites or sprited ghastliness. <br /> <br />But, but (alas) Night's side the odds hath fur, <br />For that at length yet doth invite some rest, <br />Thou though still tir'd, yet still do'st it detest.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-96-thought-with-good-cause/
