'O hateful, vaporous, and foggy Night! (772)
Since thou art guilty of my cureless crime, (773)
Muster thy mists to meet the eastern light, (774)
Make war against proportion'd course of time; (775)
Or if thou wilt permit the sun to climb
His wonted height, yet ere he go to bed, (777)
Knit poisonous clouds about his golden head.