SING lullaby, as women do, 
   Wherewith they bring their babes to rest; 
And lullaby can I sing too, 
   As womanly as can the best. 
With lullaby they still the child; 
And if I be not much beguiled, 
Full many a wanton babe have I, 
Which must be still'd with lullaby. 

First lullaby my youthful years, 
   It is now time to go to bed: 
For crooked age and hoary hairs 
   Have won the haven within my head. 
With lullaby, then, youth be still; 
With lullaby content thy will; 
Since courage quails and comes behind, 
Go sleep, and so beguile thy mind! 

Next lullaby my gazing eyes, 
   Which wonted were to glance apace; 
For every glass may now suffice 
   To show the furrows in thy face. 
With lullaby then wink awhile; 
With lullaby your looks beguile; 
Let no fair face, nor beauty bright, 
Entice you eft with vain delight. 

And lullaby my wanton will; 
   Let reason's rule now reign thy thought; 
Since all too late I find by skill 
   How dear I have thy fancies bought; 
With lullaby now take thine ease, 
With lullaby thy doubts appease; 
For trust to this, if thou be still, 
My body shall obey thy will. 

Thus lullaby my youth, mine eyes, 
   My will, my ware, and all that was: 
I can no more delays devise; 
   But welcome pain, let pleasure pass. 
With lullaby now take your leave; 
With lullaby your dreams deceive; 
And when you rise with waking eye, 
Remember then this lullaby.