Classic Poem

Great god of Sleep, since it must be
That we must give some hours to thee,
Invade me not while the free bowl
Glows in my cheeks, and warms my soul;
That be my only time to snore
When I can laugh and drink no more.
Short, very short, be then thy reign,
For I 'm haste to laugh and drink again.

But, O! if melting in my arms
In some soft dream, with all her charms,
The nymph belov'd should then surprise,
And grant what waking she denies;
Then, gentle Slumber! pr'y thee stay,
Slowly, ah! slowly bring the day;
Let no rude noise my bliss destroy,
Such sweet delusion 's real joy.