 | Argalvs and Parthenia |  |
As these deuisefull changes did incite
Their quickned fancies, with a fresh delight,
Morpheus came in; His dreaming pace was so,
That none could say, he moou'd; he moou'd so slow;
His folded armes, athwart his brest, did knit
A sluggards knot; His nodding chinne did hit
Against his panting bosome, as he past;
And often times his eyes were closed fast;
He wore a Crowne of Poppy on his head;
And, in his hand, he bore a Mace of lead:
He yauned thrice, and, after Homage done
To nights blacke soueraigne, he thus begun:
Their quickned fancies, with a fresh delight,
Morpheus came in; His dreaming pace was so,
That none could say, he moou'd; he moou'd so slow;
His folded armes, athwart his brest, did knit
A sluggards knot; His nodding chinne did hit
Against his panting bosome, as he past;
And often times his eyes were closed fast;
He wore a Crowne of Poppy on his head;
And, in his hand, he bore a Mace of lead:
He yauned thrice, and, after Homage done
To nights blacke soueraigne, he thus begun:
| Argalvs and Parthenia | |