[bad word] heavy sleepe the image of [bad word] death;
And close up these my weary weeping eyes:
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath,
And tears my hart with sorrows sigh swoln cries: [bad word] and posses my tired thoughts worn soul,
That living dies, till thou on me be stoule.
 [bad word] shadow of my end, and shape of rest,
Allied to death, child to his blackfac'd night: [bad word] thou and charme these rebels in my breast,
Whose waking fancies doe my mind affright.
 [bad word] sweet [bad word]  or I die for ever: [bad word] ere my last [bad word]  [bad word] never.