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Sleep wayward thoughts - text

Sleep wayward thoughts,and rest you with my love,
Let not my Love be with my love diseas'd.
Touch not proud hands, least you her anger move,
But pine you with my longings displeas'd.
Thus while she sleeps I sorrow for her sake,
So sleeps my Love, and yet my love doth wake.

But on the fury of my restless fear,
The hidden anguish of my flesh desires,
The glories and the beauties that appear,
Between her brows near Cupid's closed fires
Thus while she sleeps I sorrow for her sake,
So sleeps my Love, and yet my love doth wake.

My love doth rage, and yet my Love doth rest,
Fear in my love, and yet my Love secure,
Peace in my Love, and yet my love oppress'd,
Impatient yet of perfect temperature,
Sleep dainty Love, while I sigh for thy sake,
So sleeps my Love, and yet my love doth wake.

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