In siluer deaw his euer-drouping hed,
Whiles sad Night ouer him her mantle black doth spred.
Whose double gates he findeth locked fast, xl
The one faire fram’d of burnisht Yuory,
The other all with siluer ouercast;
And wakefull dogges before them farre do lye,
Watching to banish Care their enimy,
Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe[52].
By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly,
And vnto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepe