Poem by Francis Quarles

A Good Night

Close now thine eyes and rest secure;
Thy soul is safe enough, thy body sure;
He that loves thee, He that keeps
And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.
The smiling conscience in a sleeping breast
Has only peace, has only rest;
The music and the mirth of kings
Are all but very discords, when she sings;
Then close thine eyes and rest secure;
No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure. 

1. On Change of Weather
2. On the Life and Death of Man
3. Hos Ego Versiculos
4. Delight In God Only
5. On the Infancy of Our Savior

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