Go thou that vainly do`st mine eyes invite To taste the softer comforts of the night, And bid`st me cool the feaver of my brain, In those sweet balmy dewes which slumber pain; Enjoy thine own peace in untroubled sleep, Whil`st my sad thoughts eternal vigils keep. O could`st thou for a time change breasts with me, Thou in that broken Glass shouldst plainly see, A heart which wastes in the slow smothring fire Blown by despair, and fed by false desire, Can onely reap such sleeps as Sea-men have, When fierce winds rock them on the foaming wave.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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