| 39. Come Sleep, Oh Sleep |
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| Come sleep, Oh sleep, the certain knot of peace, |
| The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, |
| The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, |
| Th'indifferent judge between the high and low; |
| With shield of proof shield me from out the prease |
| Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw; |
| Oh make in me those civel 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 by right, |
| Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, |
| Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see. |