Sleep, wayward thoughts

Sleep, wayward thoughts, and rest you with my love:

Let not my Love be with my love diseas'd.

Touch not, proud hands, lest you her anger move,

But pine you with my longings long displeas'd.

Thus, while she sleeps, I sorrow for her sake:

So sleeps my Love, and yet my love doth wake.

My love doth rage, and yet my Love doth rest:

Fear in my love, and yet my Love secure:

Peace in my Love, and yet my love oppress'd:

Impatient, yet of perfect temp'rature.

Sleep, dainty Love, while I sigh for thy sake:

So sleeps my Love, and yet my love doth wake.