The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole.

To sleepe.

Now Morpheus le••den key lockt up the sence. Morpheus the drowsie sergeant of the night Laid on his eyes his sable mace. Sleepe bathes himself within her eyes. More proud than Phaebus of his throne of gold, Is the soft God, those softer limbes to hold, Nor would exchange w••th Jove to hide the skie In darkening clouds, the power to close her eye. T••e God of sleepe Whiskes a wet branch of soporiferous dew, Whose stigi••n strength he ore his eye browes threw, Which soon his rolling eyes with sleepe ore-laid, The leaden God sits on his eyes. Sweet sleepe did then the weary limbs compose. Then heavy sleepe the eye-lids did surprize, And drew those fringed curtains of the eyes.

Struck by sleepes horny wand new dipt in Leth••, In drowsie flight, Morpheus with lazie wings doth on them light. Sleepe, Their drowsie lids doth in his Lethe steepe, To pay their drowsie vowes at Mo••pheus shrine. As if he had drunk Lethe, and made even, with heaven. The dew of sleepe descends And locks up her faire lights in pleasing slumbers. To recommend themselves to deaths elder brother. Swallowing sleepe with open mouth, making such a noise with all, as none could lay the stealing of a nap to her charge. Making their pillowes weak props of overladen hea••••▪ Sleepe begins with heavy wings To hatch upon the eyes. As fastly lockt up in sleep, as guil••lesse labour, when it lies starkly in the travellers bones. On their eyes daeth-counterfeiting sleepe, With leaden leggs and bat••y wings doth creepe, Sleepe gives a soft attachment to the sences. Sleep drawes the fringed curtains of her eyes. Sleep payes her nightly tribu••e to her eyes. Whose eyes are stroakt with Hermes drowsie rod. Sleep opprest his heavy eyes. The eyes vaile to the God of sleepe. Sleepe enchains the sences. Nigh••s heavy charmes Had ••l••••'d his eyes. Sleep with brooding wings, S••ft slumbers on his heavy eyelids flings. Night shed her poppy on her eyes. The night had clo••'d her fieled ••yelids. Sleepe creeps upon her yeilding sences. They give the rest of night to soft repose. Charm'd, lull'd with so••t sl••epe. They drown the night in sle••pe. Death doth embrace him in his leaden arme••▪ The meeting eyelids conclude a peaceful league. In sleepes wherein the last trumpe scarce could wake The guiltlesse, dead, clay. Soft sleepe doth close His guarded eyes, with undisturb'd repose.

Sleep through his power diffus'd. ••is golden humour. ••orpheus had wav'd his Mace o'•• both his eyes. Soft-finger'd sleep, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 silken co••dage binds the weary sense, Sleep surfets on their weary eyelids. Till sleep The juncture of their joynts and nerves did sleep •••• his dissolving humour, And all that all his labour could comprise, Quickly concluded in his closed eyes With drowsie charms, ••ind sleep bewitcheth thee into his arms, ••••mbring in a melting rest.