COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving     Lock me in delight awhile;     Let some pleasing dreams beguile     All my fancies; that from thence     I may feel an influence All my powers of care bereaving!

Though but a shadow, but a sliding,     Let me know some little joy!     We that suffer long annoy     Are contented with a thought     Through an idle fancy wrought: O let my joys have some abiding!