As I lay musing, my selfe alone,
In minde not stable, but wauering here and there,
Morpheus my frend espyed mee anone,
And as hee was wont, whistered in mine eare:
Shortly conuyede I was, I wist not where:
Mine eyes were closed fast, I could not see:
I hearde a man crying[1884] sore, trembling for feare:
“Miserere mei Deus et salua mee.
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Miserere mei Deus:” oft hee did reporte,