Or scorn, or pity on me take,
I must the true redemption make,
I am undone tonight;
Love in a subtle Dreame disguised,
Hath both my heart and me surprised,
Whom never yet he durst attempt awake;
Nor will he tell me for whose sake
He did me the delight,
Or spite,
But leaves me to inquire,
In all my wild desire
Of sleep again; who was his Aid,
And sleep so guilty and afraid,
As since he dares not come within my sight.
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The Dreame Lyrics

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