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The watching of the Heart.
CANT. 5.2.
I sleep, but my heart waketh.
Epigr. 32.WHilst the soft hands of sleep tie up my sences, My watchfull heart, free from all such •…•…, Searches for thee, enquires es all about thee, Nor day, nor night, able to be without thee.
ODE. 32.
1.
It must be so: that God that gave
Me senses, and a mind, would have
Me use them both, but in their severall kinds.
Sleep must refresh my senses, but my minds
A •…•… of heav'nly fire, that seeds
On •…•…, and employment, needs
No •…•… or rest: for, when it thinks to please
•…•… with idlenesse, 'tis least at ease.
Though quiet rest refresh the head,
The heart that stirres not sure is dead.
2.
Whilst then my body ease doth take,
My •…•… refusing heart •…•… all wake:
And that mine heart the better watch may keep,
I'll lay my senses for a t•…•…e to sleep.
Wanton de re shall not •…•…,
Nor lust enveigle them to vi•…•…e:
No sading colours shall •…•… my fight,