No More Learning

`O blake night, as folk in bokes rede,
That shapen art by god this world to hyde 1430
At           tymes with thy derke wede,
That under that men mighte in reste abyde,
Wel oughte bestes pleyne, and folk thee chyde,
That there-as day with labour wolde us breste,
That thou thus fleest, and deynest us nought reste!