de Argensola

Lupercio Leonardo de Argensola
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TO SLEEP
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Frightful representation of death,
Cruel sleep, my heart no longer agitate,
By showing me the tight knot has been cut,
Sole consolation for my adverse fate.
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Seek out the ramparts of some tyrant strong,
His walls of jasper, ceiling made of gold;
Or seek the miser rich in his poor bed,
And wake him up sweating, trembling, cold
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Then let the first see how the angry mob
Breaks down with wrath his iron covered gates,
Or see the hidden blade of lackey bought;
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And let the second see his wealth exposed
By stolen key or furious assault:
And let love keep the glories he has wrought.