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!