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     Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,

     Brother to Death, in silent darkness born,

     Relieve my anguish, and restore the light;

     With dark forgetting of my care return.

     And let the day be time enough to mourn

     The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth:

     Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,

     Without the torment of the night's untruth.

     Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires,

     To model forth the passions of the morrow;

     Never let rising Sun approve you liars

     To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow:

     Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain,

     And never wake to feel the day's disdain.