Classic Poem

Care-charmer Sleepe, sonne of the sable Night,
Brother to death, in silent darknes borne;
Relieve my languish, and restore the light,
With darke forgetting of my care's returne:
And let the day be time enough to mourne
The shipwrack of my ill-adventred youth:
Let waking eyes suffice to waile their scorne,
Without the torment of the night's untruth.
Cease dreames, th'imag'ry of our day desires,
To modell forth the passions of the morrow:
Never let rysing Sunne approve you lyers,
To adde more griefe to agravate my sorrow.
Still let me sleepe, imbracing clowdes in vaine,
And never wake to feele the daye's disdayne.