Sleep

From “Astrophel and Stella” COME, Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release, The indifferent judge between the high and low, With shield of proof shield me from out the prease 1 Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw; O, make me in those civil wars to cease: I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise, and blind to light, A rosy garland, and a weary head: And if these things, as being thine in right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me Livelier than elsewhere Stella’s image see. Note 1. Press, throng. [back]

Collection: 
English
1574
Sir Philip Sidney
Sub Title: 
Poems of Sentiment: VI. Labor and Rest

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