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To aide his friendes, or fray his enimies:Of those he chose out two, the falsest twoo,And fittest for to forge true-seeming lyes;The one of them he gaue a message too,The other by himselfe staide other worke to doo.
He making speedy way through spersed ayre,And through the world of waters wide and deepe,To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire.Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe,And low, where dawning day doth neuer peepe,His dwelling is; there Tethys his wet bedDoth euer wash, and Cynthia still doth steepeIn siluer deaw his euer drouping hed,Whiles sad Night ouer him her mātle black doth spred.
Whose double gates he findeth locked fast,The one faire fram'd of burnisht Yuory,The other all with siluer ouercast;And wakeful dogges before them farre doelye,Watching to banish Care their enimy,Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe.By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly,And vnto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepeIn drowsie fit he findes: of nothing he takes keepe.
And more, to lulle him in his slumber soft,A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downeAnd euery drizling raine vpon the loft,Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowneOf swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne:No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes,As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne,Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes,Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
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