Poems on several occasions written by Charles Cotton ...
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Poems on several occasions written by Charles Cotton ...
Author
Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687.
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London :: Printed for Tho. Bassett ...; Will. Hinsman and Tho. Fox...,
1689.
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Occasional verse, English.
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"Poems on several occasions written by Charles Cotton ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A34643.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 3, 2024.
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The Sleeper.
WHat a strange lump of Laziness here lies,That from the light of Day bolts up his Eyes!Thou look'st, when God created thee, as if••e had forgot t'impart his breath of Life.
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That th' art with Seven sleepy Fiends possest,A man would judge, or that bewitcht at least.It is a curse upon thee, without doubt,And Heav'n for Sin, has put thy Candles out.
I could excuse thee, if this Sloth could beBred by the venom of Infirmity;But 'tis in Nature's force impossible,Her whole Corruption makes not such a spell,Though thou an abstract had'st ingrost of allIlls, and Diseases Apoplectical.Wer't thou not Male, I should guess thee the BrideCut out of sleeping Adam's senceless side;But that I do this doubtful Quaere find,Whether such Sloth can spring from humane kind?If so, thy Mother in conception,With Wine, and Dormice fed her Embrion;Or, when he did the penitential deed,Thy drowsie Father voided Poppy-seed,
I should believe th'had'st drunk in Lethes deepBut that I see, th' ast not forgot to sleep.
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Sleep without end, which justifies the ThemeThat thus informs, Mans life is but a Dream.Just such is thine; and since 'tis so profound,'Tis well if thou wak'st at the Trumpets sound.
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