SUS,

    IN tE UNA LOQUItUR, CAEtERA MUtUS .

    trange fas requires some candour of construction (besides t darkening of a dead language) to cast a veil over t taggered, if  to express t in Engliss like travaganzas do not strike at takes leave to adopt to a fellowsal passions.

    iteps, O Moon, t the skies;

    ly; and h how wan a face!

    ! may it be, t even in heavenly place

    t busy Arcries?

    Sure, if t long-ed eyes

    Can judge of love, t a lovers case;

    I read it in t grace

    to me, t feel tate descries.

    tell me,

    Is constant love deemd t  of ?

    Are beauties they be

    Do to be loved, and yet

    t love doth possess?

    Do tue tefulness?

    t line of ttle obscured by transposition. efulness tue?

    Come, Sleep, O Sleep, tain knot of peace,

    ting place of , the balm of woe,

    the prisoners release,

    t judge bethe high and low,

    it the prease

    Of ts despair at me dothrow,

    O make in me to cease:

    I ribute pay, if thou do so.

    take t pilloest bed,

    A co noise, and blind to light,

    A rosy garland, and a weary head.

    And if t,

    Move not t in me,

    Livelier tellas image see.

    III

    ts, seeing dull pensiveness

    Beself in my long-settled eyes,

    hose same fumes of melancholy rise,

    ith idle pains, and missing aim, do guess.

    Some, t know how my spring I did address,

    Deem t my muse so