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. Hos Ego Versiculos
2. On the Infancy of Our Savior
3. Delight In God Only
4. On Change of Weather
5. The Loadstone

Print

2148 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version