Sleep, Adam, sleep

Sleep, Adam, sleep, and take thy rest,

let no sad thoughts possess thy Breast;

but when thou wak'st, look up, and see

what thy Creator hath done for thee:

A Creature from thy Side is ta'ne,

who 'till thou wake, she wants a Name;

Flesh of thy Flesh, Bone of thy Bone,

a Mate most fit for thee alone.

Wake, Adam, wake, to embrace thy Bride,

who is newly risen from thy Side;

but in the midst of thy Delights, beware,

Lest her Enticements prove thy Snare.