ABSTRACT
Morpheus, Morpheus, God of Sleep, This Hero from all danger keep, Let soft Dreams around him rove, Dreams of kind delights in Love. 5 What-ever toyls pursue the day, Do thou at Night chase all away. Make soft Garlands for his Head, With Roses and with Poppies spread. Let soft Musick fill his Ears, 10 Musick from the Tuneful Sphears, While Cupids round his Couch still play, And wanton in the breaking day.
