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VIII. Locke vp faire lids

Locke vp faire lids the treasures of my heart,
Preserue those beames, this ages onely light,
To her sweet sence, sweet Sleepe, some ease impart,
Her sence too weake to beare, the spirits might,
And while (O sleepe) thou closest vp her sight,
Where loue doth forge his fairest dart,
O harbour all her parts in easefull plight,
Let no strange dreame make her faire body start.