Lest too ravenous of thy blisse,
Thou shouldst murder with a kisse.
To Castara,
Inviting her to sleepe.
Sleepe my Castara, silence doth invite
Thy eyes to close up day; though envious night
Grieves Fate should her the sight of them debarre,
For she is exil'd, while they open are.
Rest in thy peace secure. With drowsie charmes,
Kinde sleepe bewitcheth thee into her armes;