Close now thine eyes and rest secure;
Thy soul is safe enough, thy body sure;
 He that loves thee, He that keeps
And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.
The smiling conscience in a sleeping breast
 Has only peace, has only rest;
 The music and the mirth of kings
 Are all but very discords, when she sings;
 Then close thine eyes and rest secure;
No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure.