Tixall Poetry/To Sleep ("Sleep, the best ease…")
To Sleep.
Sleep, the best ease of the most troubled minde,Rest of our labours, nurse of human kinde,Why so unkind to me; false joyes to frame,When the most true partake too much of dreame?Waking, I see how extreame false they are,Which give us joy to purchase greater care.Then let me wake, or ever have such dreames,And not by contradiction know extreames.