Here you will find thePoemSleep - (from Valentinian)of poet Beaumont and Fletcher
Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes, Brother to death; sweetly thyself dispose On this afflicted prince; fall, like a cloud, In gentle showers; give nothing that is loud Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet, And, as a purling stream, thou son of night, Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain, Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver raine. Into this prince, gently, oh! gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers like a bride.
