VAGRANT VERSE
SLEEP. Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm woe, The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s r® lease, The indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw; O make in me those civil ware to cease; I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of "me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf of noise and blind of light, A rosy garland and a weary head; And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in m« Livelier than elsewhere, Stella’s image see. —Sir Philip Sidney (1554-SS),
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Southland Times, Issue 19171, 15 February 1924, Page 4
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124VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19171, 15 February 1924, Page 4
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