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Rh There's a night's work that younger, stronger men Than I might quail at; I must try to sleep, To snatch a little dreamless deep repose, Last of my old age.

Sleep, and happy dreams

Attend you, should you dream,

(Aside.)

Not more fantastick

Could any dream be than your waking one,

Of age dispell'd and youth call'd back once more.

Sing me some old song, that you us'd to sing; Soothe this old child with some faint lullaby, That shall, like diver's plummet, sink me down Into the depths of sleep, from which return'd, As from a healing bath I may arise!