1 Sleepe angry beauty, sleep, and feare not me ; For who a sleeping Lyon dares prouoke ? It shall suffice me here to sit and see Those lips shut vp that neuer kindely spoke. What sight can more content a louer's minde, Then beauty seeming harmlesse if not kinde ? 2 My words haue charm'd her, for secure shee sleepes, Though guilty much of wrong done to my loue ; And in her slumber see shee close-ey'd weepes, Dreames often more then waking passions moue. Pleade sleepe my cause, and make her soft like thee, That shee in peace may wake and pitty mee.
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