Or scorn or pity on me take, I must the true redemption make, I am undone tonight. Love, in a subtle dream disguised, Hath both my heart and me surprised, Whom never yet be 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 And since he dares not come within my sight.