JOHN FORD
Reading edition
1586-1639
235.
Dawn
FLY hence, shadows, that do keep Watchful sorrows charm’d in sleep! Tho’ the eyes be overtaken, Yet the heart doth ever waken Thoughts chain’d up in busy snares Of continual woes and cares: Love and griefs are so exprest As they rather sigh than rest. Fly hence, shadows, that do keep Watchful sorrows charm’d in sleep!