Close now thine eyes and rest secure; <br />Thy soul is safe enough, thy body sure; <br /> He that loves thee, He that keeps <br />And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps. <br />The smiling conscience in a sleeping breast <br /> Has only peace, has only rest; <br /> The music and the mirth of kings <br /> Are all but very discords, when she sings; <br /> Then close thine eyes and rest secure; <br />No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure.<br /><br />Francis Quarles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-good-night/
