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John Fletcher
 
  
from Valentinian        
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, 
 Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose 
 On this afflicted prince ; fall like a cloud 
 In gentle showers; give nothing that is loud, 
 Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet,
 And as a purling stream, thou son of Night, 
 Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain, 
 Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain; 
 Into this prince gently, oh, gently slide, 
 And kiss him into slumbers like a bride.  
 
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Source: 
Poetry of the English Renaissance 1509-1660. 
J. William Hebel and Hoyt H. Hudson, eds. 
New York: F. S. Crofts & Co., 1941. 396. 
  
  
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