Lupercio Leonardo de Argensola . TO SLEEP . 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. . 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 . 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; . And let the second see his wealth exposed By stolen key or furious assault: And let love keep the glories he has wrought.