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A good-night Close now thine eyes and rest secure ; Thy soul is safe enough, thy body sure ; He that loves thee, he that keeps And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps. The smiling conscience in a sleeping breast Has only peace, has only rest ; The music and the mirth of kings Are all but very discords, when she sings ; Then close thine eyes and rest secure ; No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure. |
Source:
Poetry of the English Renaissance 1509-1660.
J. William Hebel and Hoyt H. Hudson, eds.
New York: F. S. Crofts & Co., 1941. 749-750.
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