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Morpheus, the humble god that dwells
In cottages and smoky cells,
Hates gilded roofs and beds of down;
And though he fears no prince's frown,
Flies from the circle of a crown.
In cottages and smoky cells,
Hates gilded roofs and beds of down;
And though he fears no prince's frown,
Flies from the circle of a crown.
Come, I say, thou powerful God,
And thy leaden charming rod,
Dipp'd in the Lethean lake,
O'er his wakeful temples shake,
Lest he should sleep and never wake.
And thy leaden charming rod,
Dipp'd in the Lethean lake,
O'er his wakeful temples shake,
Lest he should sleep and never wake.
Nature, alas ! why art thou so
Obliged to thy greatest foe 1
Sleep, that is thy best repast;
Yet of death it bears a taste,
And both are the same thing at last.
Obliged to thy greatest foe 1
Sleep, that is thy best repast;
Yet of death it bears a taste,
And both are the same thing at last.
Denham.
It is a very common mistake in judgment, and a very dangerous one in conduct, first to look for nothing in the argument proposed to us but the motive of the man who uses it, and then to measure the truth of his argument, by the motive we have assigned to him.
