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;
And finding where Loves chiefest treasure lies,
Is like a theefe stole under thy bright eyes.
Thy innocence rich as the gaudy quil…
Wrought by the Persian hand, thy dreames from guil…:
Exempted, heaven with sweete repose doth crowne
Each vertue softer then the Swans fam'd downe.
As exoroists wilde spirits mildly lay▪
May sleepe thy fever calmely chase away.