Or scorne or pity on me take,
I must the true relation make,
I am undone tonight.
Love, in a subtle Dreame disguised,
Hath both my heart and me surprised,
Whom never yet he durst attempt awake:
Nor will he tell me for whose sake
He did me the Delight
or Spight,
But leaves me to inquire
In all my wild desire
Of sleep again, who was his aid,
And sleepe so guiltie and afraid,
As since he dares not come within my sight.
Poem: Ben Johnson 1573 - 1637
I must the true relation make,
I am undone tonight.
Love, in a subtle Dreame disguised,
Hath both my heart and me surprised,
Whom never yet he durst attempt awake:
Nor will he tell me for whose sake
He did me the Delight
or Spight,
But leaves me to inquire
In all my wild desire
Of sleep again, who was his aid,
And sleepe so guiltie and afraid,
As since he dares not come within my sight.
Poem: Ben Johnson 1573 - 1637
