Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to death; sweetly thyself dispose
On this afflicted prince; fall, like a cloud,
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In gentle showers; give nothing that is loud Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet, And, as a purling stream, thou son of night, Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain, a fine poem indeed. t ony
Into this prince, gently, oh! gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers like a bride..........fine poem well executed by Beaumont and Fletcher.