Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, <br /> The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, <br /> The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, <br /> Th' indifferent judge between the high and low. <br /> With shield of proof shield me from out the prease <br /> Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw: <br /> O make in me those civil wars to cease; <br /> I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. <br /> Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, <br /> A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, <br /> A rosy garland and a weary head: <br /> And if these things, as being thine by right, <br /> Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, <br /> Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/astrophel-and-stella-xxxix/
