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55                                            A Lover’s Lullaby

SING lullaby, as women do,
    Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;
And lullaby can I sing too,
    As womanly as can the best.
With lullaby they still the child;
And if I be not much beguiled,
Full many a wanton babe have I,
Which must be still’d with lullaby.
First lullaby my youthful years,
    It is now time to go to bed:
For crookàd age and hoary hairs
    Have won the haven within my head.
With lullaby, then, youth be still;
With lullaby content thy will;
Since courage quails and comes behind,
Go sleep, and so beguile thy mind!
Next lullaby my gazing eyes,
    Which wonted were to glance apace;
For every glass may now suffice
    To show the furrows in thy face.
With lullaby then wink1 awhile;
With lullaby your looks beguile;
Let no fair face, nor beauty bright,
Entice you eft with vain delight.
And lullaby my wanton will;
    Let reason’s rule now reign thy thought;
Since all too late I find by skill
    How dear I have thy fancies bought;
With lullaby now take thine ease,
With lullaby thy doubts appease;
For trust to this, if thou be still,
My body shall obey thy will.
Thus lullaby my youth, mine eyes,
    My will, my ware, and all that was:
I can no more delays devise;
    But welcome pain, let pleasure pass.
With lullaby now take your leave;
With lullaby your dreams deceive;
And when you rise with waking eye,
Remember then this lullaby.

1 wink: slumber.

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