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Somnus1, why art thou still to me unkind?
Why do all else such comfort find
In thy embrace? But I, and only I,
Alternately (ay me) do
live and die2.
Morpheus3too doth show his spite
When from his
horny gate4he doth affright
My troubled soul, as he did th’other night.
O my sad heart, would it might prove a dream!
unconquered Sheer, when Thames’s stream5
Joined with fair Medway doth their
There on a lofty rock me thought I lay;
Then, on the trembling bosom of the deep,
Huge floods of tears poor Thames did weep
To7see the sea sprinkled with purple gore.
This omen. Great
As he upon those bloody billows gazed;
Then, instantly he bid blue
trump12—’twas heard the ocean round—
To summon each sea god and goddess fair,
That to our narrow seas they should
Then did they come from every sea and
To hear their king
Some did bestride
nymphs17in pearly shells, not one there lacks
Of all great
But floating came upon the frothy
Nereus21first did lead the way,
Who o’er the
tumid22waves bears chiefest sway;
orient gems23his purple robe adorning,
Which cast a luster like the blushing morning.
glist’ring24chariot drawn with prancing fish,
Which would have satisfied proud
Just by his side, fair fruitful
issue27doth enlarge her fame;
Rich orient pearls her snowy neck did grace;
Her sparkling crown gave luster to her face;
Between her breasts a rich
The universe afforded not a stone
That equalled it for
It ruled the rest as