Close thine eyes and sleep secure; Thy soul is safe, thy body sure; He that guards thee, he thee keeps, Who never slumbers, never sleeps. A quiet conscience in a quiet breast Has only peace, has only rest: The music and the mirth of kings Are out of tune unless she sings; Then close thine eyes in peace and rest secure, No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure.
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