TO HIS SLEEPING MISTRESS

by: John Fletcher

      H, fair sweet face! oh, eyes, celestial bright,
      Twin stars in heaven, that now adorn the night!
      Oh, fruitful lips, where cherries ever grow,
      And damask cheeks, where all sweet beauties blow!
      Oh, thou, from head to foot divinely fair!
      Cupid's most cunning net's made of that hair;
      And, as he weaves himself for curious eyes,
      "Oh me, oh me, I'm caught myself!" he cries:
      Sweet rest about thee, sweet and golden sleep,
      Soft peaceful thoughts, your hourly watches keep,
      Whilst I in wonder sing this sacrifice,
      To beauty sacred, and those angel eyes!

'To His Sleeping Mistress' was originally published in Women Pleased (1647).

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