The Dreame - Jane Eaglen, Patrick Doyle

Or Scorne, or pittie on me take,

I must the true Relation make,

I am undone to Night;

Love in a subtile Dreame disguis’d,

Hath both my heart and me surpriz’d,

Whom never yet he durst attempt t' awake;

Nor will he tell me for whose sake

He did me the Delight,

Or Spight,

But leaves me to inquire,

In all my wild desire

Of sleepe againe;

who was his Aid,

And sleepe so guiltie and afraid,

As since he dares not come within my sight.