1 So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
2 The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
3 Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand That chambers will be safe.
4 Receive what cheer you may; The night is long that never finds the day.
5 Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
6 Kind gentlemen, your pains Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them.
7 The queen that bore thee, Oft'ner upon her knees than on her feet, Died every day she lived.
8 Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
9 I think our country sinks beneath the yoke; It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds.
10 I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid; He shall live a man forbid.
11 They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfect'st report they have more in them than mortal knowledge.
12 Ha, good father, Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Threatens his bloody stage: by the clock 'tis day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp.'
13 Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
14 He that's coming Must be provided for; and you shall put This night's great business into my dispatch; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.