Sleep, slumb’ring eyes Thomas Morley

Sleep, slumb'ring eyes; give rest unto my cares
My cares, the infants of my troubled brain;
My cares surpris'd, surpris'd with black despair
Doth the assertion of my hopes restrain
Sleep then, my eyes, O sleep and take your rest
To banish sorrow from a freeborn breast

My freeborn breast, born free to sorrow's smart
Brought in subjection by my wand'ring eye
Whose trait'rous sight conceiv'd that to my heart
For which I wail, I sob, I sigh, I die
Sleep then, my eyes, disturb'd of quiet rest
To banish sorrow from my captive breast

My captive breast, stung by these glist'ring stars
These glist'ring stars, the beauty of the sky
That bright black sky which doth the sunbeams bar
From her sweet comfort on my heart's sad eye
Wake, then, my eyes, true partners of unrest
For sorrow still must harbour in my breast