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
Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw;
O make in me 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 by right
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me
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