“Care-Charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born,
Relieve my languish, and restore the light;
With dark forgetting of my care return.
And let the day be time enough to mourn
The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth”

— Samuel Daniel

Delia http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/delia45.htm (1592), Sonnet XLV.

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