Sonnet 61. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open

My heavy eyelids to the weary night?

Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken

While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?

Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee

So far from home into my deeds to pry

To find out shames and idle hours in me

The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?