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1Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
2The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
3The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
6Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw:
7O make in me those civil wars to cease;
8I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.
9Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,
10A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light,
11A rosy garland and a weary head:
12And if these things, as being thine by right,
14Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.

Notes

4] indifferent: impartial. Back to Line
5] prease: throng, press. Back to Line
13] Move not thy heavy grace: impel not thy drowsy favour. Back to Line