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Our Story

Sleep widow’d eyes, and cease so fierce lamenting;

Sleep grieved heart, and now a little reset thee:

Sleep sighing words, stop all your discontenting;

Sleep beaten breast; no blows shall now molest thee:

Sleep happy lips; in mutuall kisses nest ye:

Sleep weary Muse, and do not disease her:

Fancie, do thou with dreams and his sweet presence

please her.

—P. Fletcher

The Purple Island, Or The Isle of Man Together with Piscatorie Eclogs and other Poeticall Miscellanies, 1633.