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Mad. [ix]

[The Iuorie, Corrall, Gold]

The Iuorie, Corrall, Gold,
Of Brest, of Lips, of Haire,
So liuely Sleepe doth show to inward Sight,
That wake I thinke I hold
No Shadow, but my Faire:
My selfe so to deceaue
With long-shut Eyes I shunne the irkesome Light.
Such Pleasure thus I haue
Delighting in false Gleames,
If Death Sleepes Brother bee?
And Soules relieu'd of Sense haue so sweete Dreames?
That I would wish mee thus to dreame and die.