1 Sleep wayward thoughtsand rest you with my love
Let not my Love be with my love diseas`d.
Touch not proud hands least you her anger move
But pine you with my longings displeas`d.
Thus while she sleeps I sorrow for her sake
So sleeps my Love and yet my love doth wake.

2 But on the fury of my restless fear
The hidden anguish of my flesh desires
The glories and the beauties that appear
Between her brows near Cupid`s closed fires
Thus while she sleeps I sorrow for her sake
So sleeps my Love and yet my love doth wake.

3 My love doth rage and yet my Love doth rest
Fear in my love and yet my Love secure
Peace in my Love and yet my love oppress`d
Impatient yet of perfect temperature
Sleep dainty Love while I sigh for thy sake
So sleeps my Love and yet my love doth wake.