Keywords: Welcome deare Death let sweetest Sleep here take me
In thy cool shade and never more awake mee
Like a rich Curtayn draw thy Darkness round
Like a closed Chamber make my Grave profound
In it I'le couch secure no Dreames affright
A silent Lodger here no Cares dare bite
Making thy Bed seeme hard or long thy night
Let not thy armes oh Grave yet still infold mee
Alas thinke not thou canst for ever hold mee
Wee'le break at length thy marble wombe asunder
Reissue hence and fill the world with wonder
Envy thou'lst then to see the Power divine
New digge his Diamond Saints from thy deepest Myne
Cleanse cleare and polish them then shall by farre
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