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[O night the ease of care the pledge of pleasure]

O night the ease of care the pledge of pleasure,
Desires best meane, harnest of hartes affected,
The seate of peace, the throne which is erected
Of humane life to be the quiet measure,

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Be victor still of Phœbus golden treasure:
Who hath our sight with too much sight infected,
Whose light is cause we have our lives neglected
Turning all natures course to selfe displeasure.
These stately starrs in their now shining faces,
With sinlesse sleepe, and silence wisdomes mother,
Witnesse his wrong which by thy helpe is eased:
Thou arte therefore of these our desart places
The sure refuge, by thee and by no other
My soule is bliste, sence joyde, and fortune raysed.