Sleep
CARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable Night,Brother to Death, in silent darkness born,Relieve my languish, and restore the light;With dark forgetting of my care return.And let the day be time enough to mournThe shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth:Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,Without the torment of the night’s untruth.Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires,To model forth the passions of the morrow;Never let rising Sun approve you liars,To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow:Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain,And never wake to feel the day’s disdain.