Come sleep! Oh, sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release,
The indifferent judge between the high and the low;
With shield of proof shield of proof shield me from out the praise
Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw
Oh make in me those civil wars to cease;
I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.