Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,  
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born,  
Relieve my languish, 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.
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