Or scorne, or pittie on me take,
I must the true relation make,
I am undone to-night!
Love, in a subtile Dreame disguis'd
Hath both my heart and me surpriz'd,
Whom never yet he durst attempt t' awake;
Nor will he tell me for whose sake
He did me the delight,
Or spight,
But leaves me to inquire,
In all my wild desire,
Of sleepe againe; who was his aid.
And sleepe, so guiltie and afraid,
As since he dares not come within my sight!