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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