There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

But If The While I Think On Thee, Dear Friend, All Losses Are Restored And Sorrows End.

Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full Of Noises.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.