Complacent to his bed he hies,
Certain, when sleep should close his eyes,
Like him to dream who gain’d the prize:
And doubtless might have dream’d the same;
But neither sleep nor vision came.
He toss’d and turn’d him all night long,
Tried all manœuvres—all were wrong.
“Had never known the like before,
Was us’d to sleep quite sound, and snore;
But now, when he desir’d it most,