The Due Of Honor In No Point

Enjoy The Honey-heavy Dew Of Slumber.

Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full Of Noises, Sounds, And Sweet Airs, That Give Delight And Hurt Not. Sometimes A Thousand Twangling Instruments Will Hum About Mine Ears; And Sometime Voices, That, If I Then Had Waked After Long Sleep, Will Make Me Sleep Again: And Then, In Dreaming, The Clouds Methought Would Open, And Show Riches Ready To Drop Upon Me; That, When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again.

But Men May Construe Things After Their Fashion, Clean From The Purpose Of The Things Themselves.

I Am Not Bound To Please Thee With My Answer.

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse.