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[O Nighte the ease of Care the pledge of pleasure]

O Nighte the ease of Care the pledge of pleasure,
Desyers best meane, Harvest of Hartes affected,
The seate of peace, the Throne whiche ys erected,
Of humane Lyfe to bee the quyett Measure.
Bee Victor still of Phebus golden Treasure.
Who hathe oure sighte, with too muche sight infected,
Whose Lighte ys Cause wee have oure Lyves neglected,
Turning all Natures Course to self displeasure.
These stately starres in theyre now shyning faces,
With slyly sleepe and Silence Wisdomes Mother,
Witness his wronge whiche by thy help ys eased,
Thow arte therefore of these oure Dezert places,
The sure Refuge by thee, and by none other.
My sowle ys blist, sence joyed, and fortune raysed.