Now gentle sleep hath clos'd up those eyes, Which waking kept my boldest thoughts in awe, And free access unto that sweet lip lies From whence I long the rosy breath to draw....
Methought his royal person did foretell A kingly stateliness, from all pride clear; His look majestic seem'd to compel All men to love him, rather than to fear. And yet though he were every good man's joy,...