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Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving

Lock me in delight awhile;

Let some pleasing dream beguile

All my fancies; that from thence

I may feel an influence

All my powers of care bereaving

Though but a shadow, but a sliding

Let me know some little joy!

We that suffer long annoy

Are contented with a thought

Through an idle fancy wrought:

O let my joys have some abiding!