Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate.

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Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate.
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London :: Printed for J. Hindmarsh ...,
1685.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A63107.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 7, 2024.

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A Translation out of 〈◊〉〈◊〉 To SLEEP.

WHat horrid Crime did gentle Sleep dis∣please? That he refuses me the common ease Of Bird and Beast? nay, ev'ry breeding Tr•…•…e Seems but to nod with Sleep to waking me.

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Fierce Rivers softly glide, Seas faintly roar, And roul themselves asleep upon the Shore. Seven times the Moon has measur'd out the night, Seven times my Eyes out-watch'd her borrow'd Light. The shining Stars, as in their Orbs they move, As oft have seen me waking from above. Still my Complaints reviv'd, Aurora hears, And mov'd with Pity, baths me with her Tears. How will my Strength to bear my Grief suffice? Like Argus, I have not a thousand Eyes, That may alternately their watching take, His Body never was all o're awake. Perhaps some amorous Youth kind Sleep denies To lodge, at present, in his wanton eyes: With waking Arms he clasps the yielding Dame, And quits his Rest to ease a restless Flame. Let the ill-treated God take Wing to me Who have so long beg'd for his Company; I will not ask him a whole Night to stay, A happier Man must for that Blessing pray, Let him but call upon me in his way.
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