Francis Quarles

FROM  Divine Fancies, 1632

A good-night

Close now thine eyes and rest secure ;
Thy soul is safe enough, thy body sure ;
            He that loves thee, he that keeps
And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.
The smiling conscience in a sleeping breast
            Has only peace, has only rest ;
            The music and the mirth of kings
Are all but very discords, when she sings ;
            Then close thine eyes and rest secure ;
No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure.

Poetry of the English Renaissance 1509-1660.
J. William Hebel and Hoyt H. Hudson, eds.
New York: F. S. Crofts & Co., 1941. 749-750.


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