Lyrics:

Come heavy sleep the image of true death
And close up these my weary weeping eyes:
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath
And tears my hart with sorrows sigh swoln cries:
Come and posses my tired thoughts worn soul
That living dies, till thou on me be stoule

Come shadow of my end, and shape of rest
Allied to death, child to his blackfac'd night:
Come thou and charme these rebels in my breast
Whose waking fancies doe my mind affright
O come sweet sleepe; come, or I die for ever:
Come ere my last sleepe comes, or come never