The dreame Lyrics

Or scorne or pity on me take,
I must the true redemption make,
I am undone tonight.
Love, in a suble dreame disguised,
Hath both my heart and me surprised,
Whom never yt he durst attempt awake;

Nor will he rell me for whose he sake
He did me the delight or spight,
But leaves me to inquire
In all my wilde desire
Of sleep again, who was his aid,
And sleep so guiltie and afraid
And since he dares not come within my sight.