Comes unto me

Sleep, which to others Ease does prove,Comes unto me, alas, in vain: For in my reams I am in Love,And in them too she does Disdain.

God-like Men reherse

The Acts of Gods, and God-like Men reherse. From thence new Raptures did his Breast inspire, His scarce Warm-Heart converted was to Fire.

Strands his Bark

For a rude Tempest wakes him from his Dream, And Strands his Bark by a more sad Extream.Thus, hopless Wretch, is his whole Life-time spent,

Her Messengers return

And while before the Town she did attend Her Messengers return, she saw ascend A cloud of Dust, that cover'd all the skie,

as you have heretofore

But now my Heart ye shall no moreDeceive, as you have heretofore:For when I hear such Sirens sing,