Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XXXIX
Come, Sleepe! O Sleepe, the certaine knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balme of woe, The poor mans wealth, the prisoners release, Th' indifferent iudge betweene the high and low! With shield of proofe shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts Despaire at me doth throw. O make in me those ciuil wars to cease; I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillowes, sweetest bed, A chamber deafe of noise and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed: And if these things, as being thine in right, Moue not thy heauy grace, thou shalt in me, Liuelier then else-where, Stellaes image see.
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"Come, Sleepe! O Sleepe, the certaine knot of peace,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Philip Sidney (Sir) delivers a powerful performance in "Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XXXIX"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...