'O Night, thou furnace of foul-reeking smoke, (800)
Let not the jealous Day behold that face 800 (801)
Which underneath thy black all-hiding cloak (802)
Immodesty lies martyr'd with disgrace! (803)
Keep still possession of thy gloomy place,
That all the faults which in thy reign are made (805)
May likewise be sepulchred in thy shade!