For What I Will, I Will, And

On Your Eyelids Crown The God Of Sleep, Charming Your Blood With Pleasing Heaviness, Making Such Difference 'twixt Wake And Sleep As Is The Difference Betwixt Day And Night The Hour Before The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.

He Is Well Paid That Is Well Satisfied.

O Polished Perturbation! Golden Care! That Keep'st The Ports Of Slumber Open Wide To Many A Watchful Night.

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?