Classic Poem

If still you Sleep so, I will lay you down,
Since, but to Wake at Night, you Sleep at Noon;
Think, in your Sleep, you no Discredit gain,
Whatever then is done to you by Man;
So sure, you seem to Sleep to us Awake,
But that, we thee to Bed may sooner take;
You Sleep to gain Love, and your Honour keep,
Since none are Sham'd, for ought done, in their Sleep;
So, by the Twy-light of your Eyes, we see,
Like Maids, you wou'd most Kind in Twy-light be;
For you to us, half shut your Eyes, so bright,
As Ladies, who shut out the Window's Light,
When they, to Groping, Bashful Friends invite;
And you, like Fowlers, by your Winking still,
Make us to see, your Bus'ness is to Kill;
To Kill with Kindness yet, and make Fools think,
You, to Sleep with 'em, on 'em Tip the Wink;
And that but Dog-Sleep, is your Sleep awake,
But us, the Bolder in our Love to make,
And yours, a Napping, as it were, to take;
Your Eyes eclips'd then, by your Eye-lids so,
But, as the Sun eclips'd, more Mischief do,
The less they of their Glorious Lustre show;
And as the Sun it self, seems much more Bright,
But for the Cloud, o'er-shadowing its Light.