My Sleep My Dreams Does Fill
My dreams are those of want embrace
I cannot tell if I am sleep or wake
This my heart does plunder break
That God won't take my soul before this grace
For I truly make upon time my pace
This soul of mine doth take
For want of everything at stake
I find this dream out of place
Whom must import this heart
This time one sees as good
When much is best in rest
I sleep so long in time
Yet this could not work, but should
I live to see, I pass the test
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