Sonnet XLV Care-charmer Sleep son of the sable Night

LV
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born:
Relieve my languish, and restore the light,
With dark forgetting of my cares, return;
And let the day be time enough to mourn
The shipwreck of my ill-adventur'd youth:
Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,
Without the torment of the night's untruth.
Cease dreams, th' imagery of our day-desires,   To model forth the passions of the morrow;   Never let rising sun approve you liars,   To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow.   Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain;   And never wake to feel the day's disdain.

Form: sonnet: ababcdcdefefgg 1.

Imitated from Desportes,

Hippolyte, 75.