dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well apparell’d April on the earth some special good doth give; Nor aught so good but, strain’d from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep. A greater power than we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true qualities. For naught so vile that on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And fleckled darkness like a