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Poem by Henry King, Bishop of Chichester


Sonnet. Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite


Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite
To taste the softer comforts of the night,
And bid'st me cool the feaver of my brain,
In those sweet balmy dewes which slumber pain;
Enjoy thine own peace in untroubled sleep,
Whil'st my sad thoughts eternal vigils keep.
O could'st thou for a time change breasts with me,
Thou in that broken Glass shouldst plainly see,
A heart which wastes in the slow smothring fire
Blown by despair, and fed by false desire,
Can onely reap such sleeps as Sea-men have,
When fierce winds rock them on the foaming wave.



Henry King, Bishop of Chichester


Henry King, Bishop of Chichester's other poems:
  1. The Boyes Answer To The Blackmoor
  2. Sonnet. Dry those fair, those chrystal eyes
  3. To His Friends of Christ-Church upon the Mislike of the Marriage of the Arts Acted at Woodstock
  4. To My Dead Friend Ben Johnson
  5. The Labyrinth

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