Conte: Charm Me Asleep

Charm me asleep, and melt me so

With thy delicious numbers,

That being ravished, hence I go

Away in easy slumbers.

Eas my sick head,

And make my bed,

Thou power that canst server

From me this ill;

And quickly still,

Though thou not kill

My fever.

Thou sweetly canst convert the same

From a consuming fire,

Into a gentle-licking flame,

And make is thus expire.

Than make me weep

My pains asleep,

And give me such reposed,

That I, poor I,

May think, thereby,

I live and die

'Mongst roses.

That having ease me given,

With full delight

I leave this light,

And take my flight

For Heaven.