Come, Cheerful Day
Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me;
For while thou view’st me with thy fading light
Part of my life doth still depart with thee,
And I still onward haste to my last night:
Time’s fatal wings do ever forward fly—
So every day we live, a day we die.
But O ye nights, ordain’d for barren rest,
How are my days deprived of life in you
When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossest,
By feignèd death life sweetly to renew;
Part of my life, in that, you life deny:
So every day we live, a day we die.