A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.

Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!

Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.

To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy.

Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!

Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.

No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.